My poor husband, suffering last days so much in humid England. The weather really doesn’t suit him here. While I feel awaken and happy, his organism is so confused and reacts with bothering migraines on a daily basis. And he just sleeps and sleeps and doesn’t say anything, his closed eyes can speak by themselves about the pain he feels though…
I believe my sweet daughter might be thinking that; more, maybe she still believes she can fly. Just find the wings, the darned wings, where they are? The birds can fly, why shouldn’t she?
“Humans cannot fly, we do not have wings.”
We do, but only our imagination can make them spread wide open and carry us far, far away, to the worlds unseen, untouched, unknown. The faith, it can be enough for us to fly.