My secret identity is tucked away in an envelope, tucked in a book, written in secret code. When translated it says: “You are more than you think you are, you will find a path and your identity will no longer be a secret. You will find it in the garden.” And I know my secret identity is the butterfly in the garden, bright and colorful. It is as tightly furled as a rose bud at the moment but it will be as the finch sitting on the edge of the pot, just about to fly off. Any day now, it will happen.