Story
The first and last flight of Kiwi.
Kiwi spent his life hammering hope into bark. Every tree he raised marked a step closer to the cliff, a promise that the wind could be held for just long enough. On the final day, he leapt past the trees he planted and felt the rush of a dream come true. The mountain knew the truth, but Kiwi knew the feeling.
No wings, one dream
Kiwi was born without wings, but he kept a scrapbook of every cloud he could imagine.
A lifetime of trees
He planted a line of trees along the mountain, each one a rung in his impossible ladder.
The last leap
At the peak he nailed the final tree, let go, and for a moment he felt the sky hold him.
Kiwi’s vow
“If I cannot grow wings, I will grow the path beneath them.”
