Another day. The alarm was going off at its usual seven thirthy, the bright grey numbers casting a blinding white light into your sleepy eyes. The thought of living through another day that looked exactly like the day before, and the day before that, and the day before that… never mind. No time for depressing thoughts. You quickly throw open the blinds as you get up. A cloudy grey sky greets you. Days like these, you only find motivation in the blackness of a coffee served in your only and favourite striped black-and-white mug. As you pensively sip your coffee, you look fifty stories down at the City, a pulsating mass of disorganised dark ants going about their aimless business. As you stare down, something crosses your peripheral vision… the glassy black eyes of a blackbird now perched on your windowsill are staring at you. You immediately notice something that is about to change your life forever. In its beak, it’s holding a feather like you’ve never seen before. It speaks to you about a place that must either only exist in someone’s lysergic dreams or in some alternate universe. The colour, bright, not as bright as white, but somehow warmer, immediately soothes you. It’s a strange feeling of inner peace, of hope, joy. It feels as deep and as murky as deep waters. Mysterious waters rich in wisdom and adventure in equal measure. As deep as the roots of the trees, reaching down to the centre of the earth. You’re hypnotised in a trance of calm and desire, to and fro, just like the ocean. You know there is no going back now.