January 4, 2011 § Leave a comment
Dusk walk. The birds have been active today. As if it might snow again.
When I was a kid I wanted to live in a tree like a bird or a fairy. To be small enough to go unnoticed. I was a strong supporter of the Tooth Fairy in our neighborhood. Those wings, you know. World beaters. Wind whisks. Feathered fans. Heart carriers.
In my lifetime I’ve had several–maybe five–dreams where I was flying. None involved wings though. Two were on the back of a dolphin, one on a white horse in the heavens, one with a friend holding hands flying over the world miles and miles above it, and one by myself. They were all so real that I can still conjure the feeling of freedom they gave me every time I spy fleetly flirty wings round the corner of my eye.