And they appeared,  fragile and glistening.  His wings rippled and grew to lift him to the sky. He wobbled and fluttered, little leaps, he leaned into the breeze.  Unsure for now, but a little smile and a sparkle in his eye spoke of a journey yet to come.

The path widens

IMG_0518The Little Line gasped, and no this was not what it was expecting.  For one thing the colors were not quite right.  It was more blues greens and yellows and gold that were its destiny.  And yes there was gold but the little line didn’t think that this was an ending to its journey.  There was going to be something different for it and the little line knew this deep within its crosses.