Boo has written another story, a metaphorical delight!
Climbing the Stars
I walk through the door out to the open air. I heave myself up the wall to the roof. I lie there on the roof, staring at the sky, and the stars, and the galaxy. And slowly, slowly, I rise to my feet. I stand tall and proud, a small but powerful little girl. I stretch my arms like I do in yoga with Mommy. And then I start to jump. Little hops at first, then higher, higher, higher! Then I reach while I jump. And then suddenly, I'm not jumping and reaching, but grabbing. Grabbing on to the closest star, I pull myself up. I jump again, grip the next star, and pull myself up. Again and again, higher and higher I
climb, until I can't climb any more. I've reached the top of the sky! I reach out and touch the heavens. Then, slowly I spread my arms out wide, and fall off the very last star. I feel myself drifting from the heavens, so I spread my wings and land on a star. And then, carefully, I make my way down the stars, and climb back into my safe little bed.
Yours, delightfully inspired,
N.
Climbing the Stars
I walk through the door out to the open air. I heave myself up the wall to the roof. I lie there on the roof, staring at the sky, and the stars, and the galaxy. And slowly, slowly, I rise to my feet. I stand tall and proud, a small but powerful little girl. I stretch my arms like I do in yoga with Mommy. And then I start to jump. Little hops at first, then higher, higher, higher! Then I reach while I jump. And then suddenly, I'm not jumping and reaching, but grabbing. Grabbing on to the closest star, I pull myself up. I jump again, grip the next star, and pull myself up. Again and again, higher and higher I
climb, until I can't climb any more. I've reached the top of the sky! I reach out and touch the heavens. Then, slowly I spread my arms out wide, and fall off the very last star. I feel myself drifting from the heavens, so I spread my wings and land on a star. And then, carefully, I make my way down the stars, and climb back into my safe little bed.
Yours, delightfully inspired,
N.
