This is your recurring dream.
The one where you timidly fly among the cotton clouds, unsure of your ability to stay afloat in a sea of powder blue. Unsure of your ability to avoid the gravitational pull of the sepia-toned world below.
You are a swallow whose broken wing has recently healed, you are re-learning everything.
Learning how and when to dart. How and when to soar. When to return home, when to explore.
How to trust the strength of your will, to trust your instincts. To trust that you can get yourself where you need go. Even if you don’t know quite yet where that destination might be.
This is what will get you there. Your hope manifested. Your wing mended. Your confidence restored.
This is the doorway to your dreams.