Wheeling Gull Isle when life’s moving too fast, we can make this dream last

Caracal smiled tiredly at the little boy’s antics. I’d die for you, you know, he thought.

Channeling a certain British band, he rumbled, Hey, Jude… and then paused to see if the frolicsome, giggling boy would go silent and still. Don’t be afraid.

Caracal beckoned his son, hoping he would step outside just far enough to be gathered into his father’s arms.