Take Flight

A day when I was younger, I confided in a boy that I was a Forest Princess. I disclosed that I could fly, and that the animals talked to me.

“At one time,” I told him, “this was so for everyone.”

In my heart I hoped saying this would somehow make it so.

The beauty of my belief – that this could be true, that saying so could make a thing so – was the closest I have come to flight.