It is time once again for the little Bird to spread her wings.
Her need to share, to make, to give is growing stronger and stronger
Maybe it won’t be as a little bird, maybe she is done staring into the mirror and calling it a ‘friend’.
Maybe she can fall asleep before you throw that blanket over her cage.
There are Days.
There are Days the seasons turn in an instant. Days you oversleep and you can’t seem to throw off the covers. When you run toward school, towards appointments, with a haphazard scarf and just one open eye…
These are the Days of Change.
The Days you notice you’re older. you are colder. your breath takes longer.
and you sit.
and you wait.
and you sit again.
You don’t cry. It isn’t time for that.