Three virgins walk into a room. One walks out.

If I grew wings I'd jump off of something. I'd soar through the air and see everything below. I'd take a deep breath and swim through the air. I couldn't come down, everyone would say.
"Why does that person have wings?"
"He's a freak!"
"He's a victim!"
"He could be a weapon!"

If I had wings I'd sob. I'd miss every single person I know. Especially the ones I like. This is all pretty obvious though, and requires no critical thinking skills, so I don't know why I'm making you read it. But whatever.

Today I saw Sherlock Holmes! It was fantastic, just like the weather. The Beautiful, warm in January, reason I live here, NC weather. Very nice. I'd also like to say that the sky seemed perfect, like the water at Cayman Island. Much better than the last week.