Step off, eyes closed, arms outstretched, heels together. Feel the world reach up with her insistent grip to pull me closer, feel the air compress against my face as it resists my passage, feel something in my throat and shoulders and stomach begin to change.
Tell me something: if you could fly, if you just knew it, what would you do that very first time, with no one watching? Would you launch yourself from a tall building or tower, or would you find a low stone wall and risk only a turned ankle?
I've never been one for half measures.
half measures take one nowhereReplyDelete
Nowhere but down ;-)Delete