3 A.M. Series—Wrangle Of Deliriums

3 a.m. Flight

As I lay there staring into the heavens, watching the stars wink, past lovers recalling the glorious chaos we shared, nature shattered my repose.

A gaggle of geese was passing overhead, their honks slicing through the cool air, taunting me, daring me to rise, to seek the sky! My heart answered, and I leaped.

Now, I soar north to the shimmering lakes of plenty. The world is a beautiful living canvas, changing by the minute. The cold air massages my restless imagination. Below, I see the scramble, and my goose heart aches with sorrow.

Come! Release yourselves from the mundane magnet and join me in this realm that presses down on the world of rocks and dust.

Up here, you can be anything. Imagine. It's not hard. I'm a goose now, soaring fiercely, riding the winds.

Come — Fly with me.

—Noisy Wren