00:00 - 2005-04-27
In Which I Have a Dream
Some days, I feel like I ought to have wings. The spot between my shoulders twitches oddly and I can almost believe that if I flex my shoulders just so, a pair of fully formed wings will emerge. Days like this make me want to run, close my eyes and let the wind fly in my face, because when I do, for a brief moment I can convince myself that I'm lifting off the ground.
I've always wanted to dance in the air -- rise up and twirl around in it, swirling currents of air the way some dancers whirl ribbons around. I want to treat it as an odd mixture of the ground and water -- the freeness of movement that comes on the ground, the full up and down that comes in the water, the ability to abandon the vertical plane. I want to swoop and soar. I want to race up through the air and stoop back down again and I want to be able to screech like a falcon. I want to sail up towards the stars and I want to be able to perch on top of Thomas just for fun. I want to take my friends with me and I want to use my wings to get me to class extra quickly.
A child's dream maybe, but we're all allowed to dream.
