I have already discovered that I want to sit for hours hearing new stories.  Once I thought I wanted to write all of these words down, long before the stories belonged to you, but nonetheless inclusive.  I was wrong about that.  I want to hold them and keep them as secret treasures like magic. I want to share them when the time is right and maybe when the moments fit and I want them to mean something to someone more than me.  

I wanted to spread my wings long before you, but somehow now the need is amplified. I want to show you new things.  Did you want to know a lot about where we come from?  I can tell you about this soil and the roots that grow in it.  I can tell you about constellations and I can tell you secrets I don’t let anyone else in on. I want to fly across that city. I want to grab you by your collar. I want to ask you what you have been waiting for.