Free as a bird.

As I sat on the bus and watched it pass the remains of a seagull that lost a fight with an oncoming vehicle, I was reminded of what I'd love to come back as: a bird.

While the cuisine would leave much to be desired, I would greatly enjoy the freedom; the (literal) ability to spread my wings and travel the world, seeing all kinds of people and places. Nesting in various spots all over the place. Conversing, so to speak, with other birds.

Hell, I wish I had that life now.