Through his reading, he discovered other worlds of dreamers like him
On many Saturdays, the three could be seen together, taking a break and enjoying their mutual company. But also, in-between the week, he liked to search for quiet refuge and sanctuary in the pine’s clearing, once he had finished with all his chores, of course. He had already discovered the magic of the written word, when he was yet barely a small kid, and he had furthermore acquired a taste for reading, so on many an occasion, he would arrive in the clearing with a book in his hand.
He got these from his teacher Rafita, who taught at the small rural school, which was enclosed in a small room without any windows. There, with the power of their minds, coupled with their more than rich imagination, the children reached out so much farther than the inconsistent windows would have allowed them. There, they learned about that vast world that surrounded their own, so much smaller in scope.
With his open book in hand, he swung higher on each pass, further and further from the ground, rising above with the tip of his shoes pointing towards the clouds; then, his mind would free itself, his thoughts soaring the heights together with his elevated reading.