I want to fly. Up above the treetops and far, far away over the mountains towards the north. I will pause to sit beneath the snow-laden evergreens and wonder at this strange existence. Then, when the sun has set and darkness closes in for half of the year, I will soar beneath the stars. And when it gets too cold and I have finished wondering, I will return and land on your doorstep. And when you open the door and let me in, I will tell you everything that I have learned.
