Ideas flying through my head like dragonflies. Zipping. Zooming. Floating. So close I could touch them, but oh! Pinning down something so beautiful seems a waste. No diorama under glass could capture the other-worldly way they move.
I'm coming out from the tower. Each step sets me free. And even though the stairs lead down, my spirit is climbing higher. Flowers bloom in the garden of my life, sending sweet fragrance to encourage my descent. Wind carries fresh air to my lungs, teasing me forward.
As the light finally caresses my skin, I have only one thought...
The safety of being walled in could never make up for missing this.