frequent flyer...

In dreams I could fly.
I always dreamt that I could.
Did you?  Do you?
Is that unique to me?  I doubt it.

My daughter asked me today what I would do if I could only do one thing, just by myself -
and without so much as a single thought, I said, "I'd fly".

Looking at photographs of my kids learning to surf this summer,
as they actually surfed without learning, as children apparently can do, unless they are told they can't...
Arms spread, legs firmly planted, concentration marring their typically soft faces,
How quickly they stood, set off, free from earth...
Coasting on nothing of substance
Soaring above the ground --
They flew.

This summer,  away at the lake I love
I suspended myself between earth and sky.
Akimbo, on the surface of water in the very center of the lake, I floated
Earth way below
Only sky above
It felt like flying
And I was happy and free, utterly free and happy

Music played in my mental stereo and things that weighed heavy on my mind evaporated.
The lake cooled me to my core and the sky gave me warmth that felt like love.  
Time stood still, but my body levitated.


I was onto something, long ago, when I first admitted that I wanted to fly...