kinderkind

Weightless Magick

Children Dream of Flying

Kosmas de Fliegenkind

Once upon a time,at the fringes of the black forest. There was a lovely kid who dreamt of flying, free like a bird in the air. He was always happy to spend hours in the back garden.Laying down on the lawn, looking up at a huge Oak tree, that stood at the end of their garden. Looking out for birds that flew in and out of the mighty Oak's cover.

Later when he learned how to talk,do some basic arithmetic and a bit of drawing. He asked his mother where had he come from. After a short pause, she replied him with a big smile, saying that it was the African stalk that brought him as a baby to them. Where from ? and when did he bring me to you? Kosmas asked, looking excited at his mother.He flew you down from the sky, high above the clouds,in a big nappy.During this Easter time four years ago, she replied.He looked up at her with little prodding eyes,as she held a basket full of washing ready to hang out on the line in the garden.Then he hesitated as if in thought whether to ask something else. But just shrug off his shoulders instead, and run off to play with his usual imaginary friends,at the garden by the big old Oak tree.When he got tired he lay down by the shade, and nodded off into sleep.

Kosmas! Kosmas! called out his mother, after she had finished with her washing.Come along dear, let's get inside.Kosmas woke up spreading his little arms, as if he was flying.Yawning while looking up at his mother, then frowned and walked towards her abidingly.He took her soft hand and asked her; mom why did you have to wake me up? Well because I...love you, said his mother.But I was dreaming of flying like a stalk high in the sky over the biggest mountain range in the world,said little Kosmas. Mum smiled and said, I am sorry darling,where was his mountain she asked? he quickly pointed to the east and said,far,far away from here,and I also felt very cold over there,as it was snow peaked too.Well dear said Mum, mount Everest is in that direction and far away indeed. Come on, it's getting a bit chilly here, put on your T shirt and let's get inside, and i will make you a bowl of your favorite oat porridge.





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