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

The relief was instantaneous when Judah slid off his back. Caracal took a moment to roll his shoulders and then stretch each of his legs. All the while, he  gazed down at his little boy, his inquisitive face peering up from a backdrop of purple blossoms.

I’m good, he said. We’re good. Right? Why don’t we hang out here for a bit? Oh! Maybe you could go around and find the best flowers to make a bouquet for mama? Caracal suggested, imagining his wife’s delighted surprise when their little agoraphobe came home with a fistful of lavenders for her.