Daedalus gathered branches and feathers. With a little wax to hold them together, he created wings. A pair for himself and a pair for his son, Icarus.
Daedalus understood nature. He observed its laws and used them to take flight. But Icarus preferred daydreams to flight mechanics. “Dreams have no bounds,” he always quipped. Now armed with wings, Icarus had the freedom to chase them.
The sunlight felt welcoming, like the hearth of his home; and tantalizing, like a dahlia in bloom. He wanted to get closer and closer, and closer still, even as the heat melted the wax from his feathers. Dreams truly have no bounds, but wings are a different story.
You may be wondering, what became of this young drake?
As legend has it, he landed in our lake…