The Plunge It wasnt until real hair began to grow that I began to miss life as a tree.

Nothing can compare to the feel of a breeze through fresh leaf or the exquisite release when wind moves branches stuck between days like old lovers whose hearts have twisted to hate. I found the sea by accident. It was the cliff that drew me to stand at the edge and feel the currents buffet me until I became jealous of the common gulls that let the thermals lift them higher than thought. The cliff was as close as I could come to returning home.