Only the birds embrace it’s nature. Taking to the wind, moving with seemingly endless grace and freedom, only their own physical condition holding them to the ground.
I used to swim. That was freedom, free from weight, free from ground and gravity, only bound by my lungs. Moving in 3 dimensions swirling round and round, my inner ear becoming confused by the movement. Losing sense or position and reality.
Both our sky and our oceans are blue.
Light, dark, deep blue.
Some are welcoming and warn, while other blues are so quiet and solemn, and yet other still deep and terrible. Just like the freedom they hold, the freedom they represent.
Water and air are life; water and air and blue; and water and air are free.