Status Updates From The Sunflower Boys

I cried reading this already

Someday, I will miss this place. Someday I will miss the special way the light strikes the earth here. But I don’t know it yet. I don’t think that young birds anticipate how badly they will miss the sky when they grow too old and frail to fly. I think they just keep flying until one day they wake up in their nests and they can’t lift their wings.