The Man Who Married the Forest

He says not much time has passed, not much at all. But the tick of the clock is misleading when one steps into fairy-rings and dances with the dryads as the moon cavorts beneath night skies like sieves catching only the brightest of diamonds, the stars that beguile and mislead. There is an elegance in the way nature folds a single human into the forgetful embrace of shade-green sleep, leaving the mind to chase gold-dappled sprites from stump to mossy stump.
As the sun sails from Cancer to Capricorn and back again, the man who came untethered learns to fly with the heart of a sparrow.