This is when you'll be late to a board meeting because of the young girl floating towards the motorway—bare footed, hair tailing behind, eyes blank. This is when you'll leave your car stranded, only to be spat into a world of white and ice, just so you can weave in between honking lorries that shoot past like bullets coasting the asphalt. This is when you'll speak softly to the girl, slide an arm around her frail wings and drive her home.
This is when you'll be late to every board meeting to meet the same girl every morning for the next two years. This is when you'll teach someone else that falling isn't always forever.
