July 24th 2012

The light streamed in and danced across the wall, while the breeze set branches waving, creating patterns of shadow, telling a story only they knew. The breeze whispered a kiss to the child who slept, full of promise and expectation. The child opened her eyes, still full of fading dreams. Looking about her surroundings the child saw the raw materials necessary to build what she saw in her waking dream. She struggled with frustration against the limitations gravity had placed on her, finally screaming with frustration, screams which brought a concerned mother. 'Not yet, not yet', the breeze whispered. The trees nodded in acquiescence. The child was comforted and ceased her cries. Her mother laid her once again in her crib. Smiling, the child tried to catch bits of light in her hand, and the light smiled.