To make a long story short I follow him home. No, not behind him, but side by side, hand in hand, him leading the way, me smiling. Now after kisses and escaping through a window with lightning bolts falling from the sky, we make a child. A boy child who lives most of his life in the air high above our heads. Every once in a while I reach up and grab for his ankles but high is his go to place. Most of the time I let him fly and be who he is for that's what mothers do.
One day, when no one is looking, he flies away to the land of green smells. The place where treasures are made from earth and sun and water that flows from the mountain’s range. There he meets a fairy and keeps her for his very own. They speak the same foreign language that only a few can know. At first they fly from land to land unable to touch the ground. Until one day, they hit the city where dreams are made. Floating, floating, soft and slow, like the feathers from doves, they cradle in a nest of fur.
Now there's more to come, for this tale of lovers love has no end. For when you find the one who is your stone you live forever. For eternity is in the soul, free from human bondage. From this place there is no way to tunnel into the earth. There is no bridge to other worlds. There is no death in animation. There is nowhere else to ever go, because you are, and will always be, forever home.