Forgetting to Fly

I always knew I could fly. I saw my life on earth from an aerial view. I didn’t have wings, at least when I was seven years old I didn’t. I would just run and jump into the sky with no effort at all. I didn’t flap my arms, either. I just jumped up, leading with my chin. The higher I would go the more brilliant the blue sky would become. I would breathe in the crystal clear sapphire that would saturate my body and mind with a peace and calm beyond understanding. I loved it up there. The blue...