[ WP ] You are on the inside looking out

Through the metal bars I watched the ducks soar across the sky in typical formation, landing in the vast lake with long strokes in the water and an audible sploosh. I thought about the sensation of flight, what does the wind really feel like besides a chilled breeze through the small window? I imagined the air would wrap around me like a blanket, comforting, holding tight across my whole body the way I imagined my mother would hug me when I felt alone. 
 
 As I sat down against the concrete wall on the icy metal bench held taught with chains, I noticed the dust swirling in the air where I had stood before. They began to float freely in the stale room within the bright beams of light from the wall to my left. Oh, how I envied those ducks in their flock. 
 
 There will be no end, will there? Not unless I bring about the end myself. It will be difficult with such limited supplies, but we all make do with what we have. 
 
 
 
 edit: Vague prompts are my bread and butter, man. Keep them coming. Prompts that are overly specific give me anxiety about what/how to write, similarly to the prompts professors typically give.
