Will you fly?

You live a leafy life, lounging round your tree house, gazing out the library window, overlooking lush lemon groves.

Even so, life in an enchanted garden is not all roses… You have tough spells.

One winter afternoon, while feather-dusting in your library, you feel a little sap rising. Which makes you sneeze.

You hope it’s not another difficult spell. You’ve been having mood swings lately...

Wake up! you admonish yourself, suddenly. Life is mossy!

At least you still have your puns.

You’ve been trying to manage these unfortunate outbursts by counting your blessings…

But you feel restless. Flighty. Scratchy. Restless. As if things could be better. Blessings, fleecier. And dreams, bolder.

You practice deep breathing, gazing out the library window…

Beyond the lightly frosted pane, there’s a bird’s nest with a chick nestled inside, ready to fly. Such a patchy little hatchling. Messily molting its downy ways. Testy about its wings.

It scratches a little hole in your heart.

Just the thought of flying alarms you. Anyone flying! But especially you.

Never again! you say, as you flutter into flashbacks of past failure.