This is the Darling Tree.
Isn’t it lovely?
I have an idea!
Why don’t we climb it? Together.
Just like we did when we were pipsqueaks.
Just like we did before we painted our serious faces on.
Don’t you remember it? That freedom?
Climbing to the top of the world without a care.
Gasping when we lost our footing; cackling on the ground, relieved to be still in one piece.
Surely you remember it.
We were superheroes, you and me. Chasing the bad guy to the highest branch.
We can do that again.
We can. We just have to decide it.
Climb a tree, you say. But why? Why would we do such a thing?
Who knows. Who cares! Let’s just climb.
Just so we can go home and make rings around the bathtub again.
Just so that we can say those two simple words again: Why not.
Don’t they sound like a river running wild? Don’t they sound…
Yes. They do. So come on! Let’s fling on our capes and fly.
Up to the rooftops of the Darling Tree.
Oh. And don’t worry. I’ll pack supplies.
We could be gone a while. xx