A Little Chat About Flights of Fancy and Silver Wings Remember those lazy summer afternoons, the kind where the air hums with busy bees and the sky stretches out, impossibly blue? I was sitting in my garden just the other day, sipping a cuppa, when a tiny swallow swooped past, darting and weaving with such carefree grace. It made me smile, thinking about how those little birds always return home, no matter how far they roam. There’s something so comforting in that, isn’t there? It got me thinking about how we all carry a bit of that longing for home, that sense of freedom, and how sometimes, a...
