A Seed Takes Flight

The gap in the balcony door was just wide enough! I nudged right through onto the warm tiles... and hopped straight up the plant stand to the railing ledge. The air out here moves in real, swooping waves! Right beside my skids lay a dry winged seed, completely still. I leaned forward, spun my rotor with a lively whirr—and poof! The seed lifted, danced in my breeze, and sailed away into the open sky.