A Tale of Wow on an Island of Dreams (15–20 min read)

Photo by Jake Hinds on Unsplash

It did not occur to the five year old that there was a rhythm to the Magnolia tree that was unnaturally consistent. The boy simply fell into the ebb and flow, taking for granted the time line of a day on his own flowering play frame. There was the gentle wave of the branches, setting the flowers and leaves a flutter precisely every hour on the hour, regardless of the weather…