i thought i heard something on the balcony, so i wrapped myself up in the shawl the aunt i never got to know knitted, and stepped outside into the pale sunshine. at first i didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary, but then something in the flower box caught my eye. a little cold one, nestled in the heather, using a leaf for her shawl. oh, hello! i said, surprised.
hello, she said, and apologized for intruding. it wasn’t her intention, but she’d caught a lift with a westerly wind, wild and adventurous, and he’d dropped her, as they do. they have such short attention spans. she was lucky to land in springy cushioned pink.
i asked where she’d been headed, and she said anywhere.
well, i said, i suppose you’ve arrived, then.