| Once  ‘One small step’ said the explorer,  the one whose feet touched the moon.  One small step.
  Once she flew far and wide;  of latter days less travelled and  looking to distant horizons,  she dreams of worlds beyond.  Eyes to sky, chasing clouds …  new flights, those of fancy born.  Her home, her nest, her refuge.  Walls that hold, comfort and define.  Windows for light. And flight.  |