He longed for the wide open spaces. Something inside resonated with the untamed wilds of the Pacific Northwest, just beyond his back yard. But then the safety of the fence and a well stocked bird feeder compelled a second look. He hesitated for a moment, as he sat on the fence, in more than the literal sense. Could he? Should he? He was only a common sparrow, no majestic soaring eagle, nor playful seabird aviator, or even a fast gliding migratory swallow…

“We are defined by what we actually do,” a voice spoke in his mind “not by what others think we can, or ought to do.” And then he saw it. Behind him the grey monochrome of safety and sameness; ahead a world of danger, adventure and color, lots of color. Oh sure, there was still a lot of grey in the sky, but the higher he set his sights, the brighter things seemed. He took one last look…

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