Eagle Ritual

We sang until our lungs fell open and released seas of joy to cascade into our knees. The first eagles appeared soaring high above the gentle tree-covered hill, and their numbers swelled until the sky turned dark and the blue spaces between their golden feathers became fairies who dripped sun onto our heads. Our ancient song made us dance, as it always has. The eagles screamed one after another, filling the holes in our song to make a blanket of sound that kept us warm as we waded into the river. When we were all submerged, the ritual was complete.