“The word trembles inside my chest, nervous, like a fledgling bird unsure of how to fly. I am the fledgling bird unsure of how to reply but the wind tastes wild and sweet up here in the trees. I want to know what will happen if I just let go. I want to know what will happen if I fly.”

“The word trembles inside my chest, nervous, like a fledgling bird unsure of how to fly. I am the fledgling bird unsure of how to reply but the wind tastes wild and sweet up here in the trees. I want to know what will happen if I just let go. I want to know what will happen if I fly.”

— Abbie Emmons