I can hear the saccharine song of the nightingale as he hides in his tree, followed by the guttural scream of the hawk as he beats his wings heavily. I desire the ability to spread my arms and fly far, far away, over mountains and valleys filled with glittering diamond rivers and willows, poplars and olive trees that have been scented silver by the pale light of the moon.

All of this, and so much more…