A white bird - don't know what it is called - was flying across the wide expanse of the green lake. The lake was rimmed by mountains on which wisps of clouds lingered long after sunrise.

How did the bird have the confidence to fly the entire width of the lake? How did it know that its wings were strong enough to take it to the other side, without having to rest? How did it know the first time that it could safely sail through?

Are birds made that way? Do they simply know? Or do they set out on that first long flight and rely on the wind if their wings seem to fail?

Can we be like birds?