Falling Skies
Wind brushes through my hair. I close my eyes and smile as my wings flap. The sun is rising and I turn to the east without opening my eyes, feeling the light on my face. My wings flap again and I hear a bird sing next to me. I open my eyes and look to my right, then to my left. I am at the center, the lead, of a formation of morning doves. I laugh and look forward again.
I flap my wings one more time and push myself forward. I look down over the hills below and smile. Flapping my wings one more time, I pull them in and wrap them around my body, pointing myself downward. I fall, fall fast, and fall straight. The morning doves follow me, and we all fall to the earth. I uncurl myself and use my wings to make the falling quicker. The wind rushes even faster pass me, the ground rushes up. It’s hard to breathe, both from my speed and my excitement.
I laugh once more as the tips of the trees come into view. My wings span out and I catch the current of air. Time freezes as I loose control of where I fall and where I fly. I hover for what seems like an eternity, though it is only a moment, before my momentum shoots me forward. I spread out my hands and touch the trees as I flutter over the top of the forest, my feet trailing behind.
I leave the forest and head straight up, the morning doves still following me. I go as high as the clouds and stop for a moment of weightlessness. I close my eyes and let myself fall again. This time, I don’t help gravity. The wind spins me around so I face the ground. I smile and point my wings flat, letting the wind catch them. I spiral in the air and level out quickly, flying into the rising sun with the formation of doves behind me.
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