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.
Weightless.