It walked around a little, and looked things over, but before long the call that's deep inside everything that was made to fly welled up in the little bird and away it went. It's just another bright beginning. That's the way of dreams and Love. Get well soon. Wherever he went unexpected things happened, but nearly always those unexpected things were filled with strength and meaning and hope, so that after a while his heart collected so many joys he shone because of all the bright memories.
Simplicity is at the heart of so many deep things.
What they talked about while there I don't really know, but I do know this. Every week they let those helium balloons go and then watched as they flew higher and higher with the golden sun shining on them from far away. And if I carry nothing inside that would weigh me down, I can rise to higher and higher places. Until I let go, it only floats. After I let go, then it flies.