Some Day

Sometimes I see myself in the mirror taller than I really am and I look at my reflection in admiration. Other times I am taller than myself in the mirror.

Sometimes I see the distances very close to me. Small trees and houses are like toys that I could touch with my hand. People are little things that I could crush with one finger. Sometimes I see the sea as a wall; the fishing boats are pasted onto the side of the blue wall in a most curious manner.

Some day, when I am taller than myself in the mirror, when I have touched small trees and houses with my hand and crushed little people with one finger, I shall climb to the top of this blue wall to see what is on the other side.