Sol Sunday

The scream of a bald eagle can be heard in the distance as it swoops in to land. The sound of freedom rings and echoes across the beautiful tundra. The flag flickers in the wind, bringing a tear to my eye. I raise my hand to my forehead saluting the beautiful flag that represents America. Love, Happiness, Beauty, and most importantly FREEDOM. The bald eagle lands on my shoulder, nuzzling its head against my cheek. I have touched freedom, I have touched America.