Without Wings

When was the last time you flew?

No, not trapped inside a long steel compartment, strapped in and examining the in-flight brochure.
No, not off the handle either.



But fly. To spread your arms and soar into the sky, to feel your body floating as a feather into the air, with only your happy thought between it and the ground. As your toes wiggle, finally free of all earthly weight, you explore new heights like a baby opening its eyes for the first time.

Yesterday night, I flew. I swam in the air like a dolphin in the ocean. As my arms guided me above the snow-covered rooftops, I took in the exhilaration of soaring above all things earth-bound. I could hear the wind whispering in my ear, feel it holding me up ... higher, higher...

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The caress of the wind still lingered as I woke up this morning. As I lowered my feet onto the cool floor, I couldn't help wondering whether somewhere, in a parallel universe, a girl like me, exactly like me, was still soaring above the rooftops, lightly brushing her toes against chimneys and tops of trees.