I was born during the season of the warming of the seas,when the light of each day stretches into the evening.My home was the forever sky above that green sea.I spent most of my waking hours hovering above the ocean waiting for the slightest shadow to appear in the water below. My days were quite,however,one day this all changed.I stopped being able to fly and my life drastically changed.What was before me seemed entirely unknown. I could find a single item to heal nor repair.I considered that there are things that get broken on the outside,like tails and wings,and things that get broken on the outside,like tails and wings,and things that get broken on the inside like beliefs. As my flock glided in for their smooth landings they would question why I wasn't flying.I concocted elaborate excuses.I said I Want to be beach adventures and discoveries of fine delicacies hidden in the sand...... So began my particular journey. I became a kind of collector on the beach.I collected colours,thoughts and dreams. In dismay I asked myself whether a bird without the ability to fly could still be called a bird. I listened day by day and day by night to the waves breaking against the wet sands.I never gave up the hope that I would awaken to the skies. Time passed slowly. One day,a quite surprising event occurred.It was the break of dawn,I was slowly making my way across the beach towards the shoreline when I noticed a small ghost crab standing motionless at the water's edge. Friendship doesn't just come along in an instant.I knew that for us to become acquainted would take time. We would keep an eye out for the other's movements,day by day. As days passed we silently acknowledged each other. One grey morning this changed.The ghost crab had wetted his gills at the shoreline and was returning across the sands toward his home when a seagull appeared overhead.The gull hovered preparing to swoop down for his prey,the crab. Seeing this I cried out and made a terrible racket,rushed over to the crab's side,furiously kicked sand on to his shell,and so confused the gull that he flew off in search of an easier meal.When the gull disappeared,the ghost crab dug out from beneath the mess I had made,looked up at me and I gazed down at him.
