“….she went to the window where she kept a rare songbird in a golden cage. She opened the door of the cage, took the bird out, and let it fly away.”
Hermann Hesse
Many hundreds, if not thousands, of years have passed since the tree fell; hidden in the lake, just behind the cottage, its heart becoming more beautiful with every passing moment.
The fragment, found on a beach many years ago, has been sitting quietly, waiting, in a box.