On a walk in the woods, it’s not uncommon to transform. Who do you want to be today? I ask.
A hungry lion on the hunt! she’d roar on a Monday.
An abandoned snow puppy, she’d whimper on a Tuesday.
An explorer searching for unknown treasure! she’d cry on a Wednesday.
Who do you want to be today? I ask.
Just me, she says brightly, and I realize it’s a milestone I haven’t yet reached.
A good thing to be, I tell her.
And also myself.