Like a current in deep water, almost imperceptibly stirring things up, the universe is conspiring toward change. A quiet, organic evolution.
As a pollywog, Mon Treble Cuban Tree Frog saw himself as just another fish. He looked the same as the guppies in the neighborhood, and did the same things….but there was this feeling. And it was a feeling that wouldn’t pass. Though he’d never say out loud, Mon realized that his was not meant to be a life aquatic. For a wee pollywog, the possibility of anything different was simply unfathomable, though it took over his dreams. He could focus on nothing else. Each day that passed brought change. None of it was easy; some of it was downright painful, but his heart had already packed its bags and now his body was morphing to enable the move. While his buddies were in school, draughting with the current, ebbing and flowing with the waves, he was quickly becoming a fish out of water. He knew where he was meant to be; he knew it was time to go.
Trepidacious at the leaving and the newness of the present, yet excited about the future; the learning; the growing; he pressed on. He found others that had come before - other Cuban Tree Frogs. They welcomed him, introduced him to a new community, a new culture, and gave him a sense of belonging. Now, he bounds with the vim of an acrobat from branch to branch to branch. He sees just how many times he can wrap his tongue around a triple decker ice cream cone. And he sings in the full moonlight. It most certainly isn’t what he was expecting from his life, but oh, when he followed his heart, it was so much more.