There’s a lull in the conversation, my chin juts forward hopefully, like a tentative turtle seeking water, I raise my eyes and look around, ‘anyone want to play a game?’
There’s a beat. Silence… I guess that’s a no.
"There's a freedom waiting for you on the breezes of the sky.
And you ask 'but what if I fall?'
'Oh but my darling, what if you fly?'"