to be a bird in france

Heyy,

 Sorry about the delay, I have been in the land of croissants and frogs legs (France) on holiday! And while driving there, I wrote this in the backseat of the car.

Watching the raindrops race each other down the window, I catch sight of a swallow flying alongside, dipping and soaring like the notes of the scale, carefree and unobtrusive, to the sounds of cogs turning the possibilities of my imagination.