Flying

There were times when I felt as if I were flying.  

No, this has nothing to do with aeronautics.

There were times when I felt as if I were flying, when my heart soared.

I came to experience the sensation often enough in my youth.  When first straddling a motorcycle.  When first caressing a breast.  When first experiencing awe. 

Many were the times in my youth when I flew.

My heart doesn’t fly as much as it once did.  “Ignorance is bliss” the saying goes.  That statement is valid enough.  To soar, is to be untethered from reality.   

There’s a lot to be said for freeing oneself from tethers.

But, then, there’s reality. Icarus, sadly, came to learn that lesson all too well.

Still.  Still.  Even so.

There’s something about flying that remains irresistible

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