The short cut across the fields leads me to the cottage of my life.
A journey made fast by a bull leading an angry herd of cattle,
trying to trample out my voice and potential in this world,
but I make it over the fence and smile happily at them, spared from death.
Regaling the story of my life protected, my parents think I am making it up.
“Even the sparrow finds a home, and the swallow a nest.”
Psalms 84