It was simple, after I figured it out, after I remembered how it used to be.

Running down the street, laughing, launching myself into the air to be tossed around in the currents and eddies. Flying is not like you imagine it would be; it is not simple and confident.

As I tumbled in the air, I reflected on when I used to fly kites as a child, and how I always saw intelligence in the way they’d lift and dive.

Hit the ground running. Jump. Catch the current. Lift. Dive.