Monologue - Wall

WALL: Well, there I was, the unmoveable pile of bricks. The wall. I would have stood on that patch of grass for one hundred and thirty-seven years and four months this Tuesday. That is a very long time.
Several years ago, two young women were sitting at a table, drinking tea, and gossiping near where I stood. They spoke of the latest fashions, the weather, how their Aunt Margaret was faring, and other human concerns. They spoke of travel. How I longed to travel. To see the vast oceans, see the water glisten with the harsh irridescent shine of broken coal. To taste the warm humid air of the Amazon. To see the icy windswept plains of the Antarctic shine in the midday sun. Alas, I was but a wall, the wonders of the earth were beyond me.
So, one day when the winds were strong, I fell. As my mortered bricks tumbled to the ground, I rose as a cloud of dust and settled on the roof of a nearby house. The wind picked up, and I floated away.
Years later, I rode back on another storm, to the place where I once stood. There I heard my old friend the Tree speaking with Table.
The word "Wall" came up in their conversation. they were speaking of how I left. Tree said, "I always knew that he wanted to travel. Then he broke my heart when he left."