More like levitating, I guess. It requires a great amount of concentration just to stay a foot or two off the ground.
Its a wonderful feeling, but never quite satisfying.
Sometimes I climb to the tops of hills and jump, and for just a moment it feels like I really am flying.
I can draw my focus away from keeping my feet off the ground and just feel. Exhilaration. Freedom. Peace. Just for that one split second. And then...
Gravity takes hold. Tethered to the earth again, it takes everything in me to stay afloat. But I still hold onto that one moment.
The other day, I painted a picture for the first time in years. It's not exactly fine art, but it speaks to me; communicating exactly how and what I intended it to.
Sparrows, so plain and common. But when they fly, they're like all the other birds in the sky. Free. Their tawny hues become brilliant.
Even if for just a moment.
“The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.” -J.M. Barrie, The Little White Bird
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