Stuck on a branch, waiting, wishing to be free. When will I fall and be swept away? When will I float along the Amazon River and hang on the Eiffel Tower? Then the wind came. Is this it? Will I finally fall off my depressing branch? I started swaying. Then, I felt my stem breaking and... whoa! I was flying! But a second later, the humble forest I’ve lived in for 8 years was out of sight. I saw sand, and then a vast ocean below me. Soon, I was lost. And when the storm stopped, I fell gently on the ocean and sunk to the ocean floor. No thrill, only krill. Next time, I’ll be careful for what I wish for.