Flight Of Fancy
‘Come with me,’ the wind whistled, ‘and I’d show you the world.’ I, the light feather of imagination, rapturously float on the wind and was blown off on a hair-raising adventure. Over vast expanses of seething water and limitless stretches of greenery with wild beasts thumping around, I was swung up to the apex of the world with my head sticking up in the clouds. I could see far out there in the blue the nest of the storms stuffed with sabres of lightning and rams of thunder. I could see further the glowing furnace of the sun; and in the dark region beyond it I know lies the sanctum of the origins of life. I didn’t need to stay too long on this mountain-top. My instincts told me beyond this point is the realm of madness! ‘The mind is a funny place to dwell in,’ the wind whispered, reading the thoughts heckling me now. I said nothing in response but was only preparing for my descent to earth. Then the wind tossed me back until I landed. I gave a big sigh of