When the sun sets, my feathered children are watching through the window the moment when the sun sets behind the horizon, they already know that night is coming and it is time to sleep, I will not be able to be there, the day is for them, the night is for me.

Only during the darkness of the night am I able to spread my wings and fly. Next to my room there is a walnut tree, the birds' friend, during the day I watch them enjoy its branches, sometimes I hear them murmur some words and stare at me, could it be that they already know that at night I occupy those same branches where they are perched at this moment? Or maybe they are just talking about what they did during the day and when night falls they leave and it is my time to fly.

I cross the branches, sometimes I sit on one of them thinking about all the secrets that the night hides, could it be that I am the only one or is there someone else sitting on a branch thinking about if they are alone in this world? I don't have much time to find out, the darkness is not eternal, it's time to keep flying.

The most beautiful sensation is the moment when my feet leave the firm ground and I begin to approach the deepest darkness of the starry sky, I can feel light and from there I can see my feathered children sleeping peacefully, they know I am watching over them from wherever I am until I return with the sunlight.

Good evening, Mr. Sun!

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And here I am, again flying over the houses, maybe over yours, if you see a red and green light blinking in the sky and flying erratically, it's me, but don't worry, I'm not watching you or anything else, the solid ground no longer exists for me while I'm flying, only the dark sky and its breeze that hits me softly.

An airplane crossed my path, is it waving at me? Anyway I respond to the greeting, so they think I am one of them and then I fix my gaze to the shining Moon, maybe in one of my trips I will fly to it to discover the mysteries it hides, sometimes I notice someone or something greeting me, could it be beings like me that have already reached the Moon?

The stars begin to disappear, dawn is near, I must return, I hide my wings in the daylight and pretend to be an ordinary human being, only the night is for us. My feathered ones are still asleep, it's nice to see them rest easy knowing that no matter how far away I am, they feel protected and safe, maybe one day, when they are older, I will take them to fly through the night sky with me, they are birds, one is nocturnal, he must know his true nature.

On solid ground, I drink my tea and the routine begins until the sun goes down again, definitely the wings were made to use them during the darkness of a sky twinkling with stars that only they know my secret.

Good morning, Mr. Sun!