Ever since I can remember I’ve dreamed of flying Riiiiing The last school bell of the year announced the start of summer I snapped my notebook shut on the pages where I was doodling flying machines days that stretched out lazily ahead My parents did not approve Get your head out of the clouds Emery they always told me Be practical So I only told Mirabelle my pet swallow about my ideas for fabulous inventions
We lived in the middle of a huge field surrounded by olive trees Seagulls flew high and lonely over the cliffs at the edge of the ocean There was also the white house next door but no one lived there Until one summer evening a mysterious man moved in
