Signs in a Wasteland

The good thing about living close to a stretch of wasteland is that some of the mightiest birds are constantly hovering over you, opening their wings' span and reveling in their glorious flight. When the sun shines bright and you lie under it facing the neat blue sky, you become earth, the kites become water as they flow across, air separates you and fire unites you. For a water sign, perhaps, it is an inversion of the self, an observation of the self from outside.