Flight

I drift down the stairs. Light as a feather, but with purpose, direction. I can feel the power lifting both me, and my spirits. I never dreamed flight could feel so liberating.

My feet touch the ground, and I feel the pull of gravity once more. Heavily, I trudge to the front door, and out into the garden. Then I leap skywards.

Once more I am free! Boundless, I can see the Earth's magnetic field lines sparkle and dance about me as I spiral into the limitless blue skies.

Above me, stars.

Below me, the autumn colours abound in glory.