you were a little sparrow.

mother says that it's a beautiful day outside so we run around tying back drapes and opening windows because we want to play out in the sunshine too but keep the bugs and nettles and wild animals safely away. so we dig for earthworms in the family room floor, go creekstomping in the kitchen sink, overturning plates and heavy crusted pots to look for crayfish and minnows. but we find none and turn to the hallway to ride our tricycles in perpetual circuits, making faces to each other when we pass going other ways. my brother dares me to ride down dead man's hill and i almost do, until mother returns and shouts to get off the stairs before i hurt myself.

i feel like i've been moving at the speed of light. i am in a good place right now.