and she flew


and she flew

wind dances in her hair, lifting and playing with the jumbled strands

the breeze kisses her

tingles bring a shiver to her as she roots to the edge

eyes closed softly against the view

the horizon’s image burned into her mind

the setting sun blazes but no heat reaches her

the season has turned and taken the warmth with it

leaving a chill mated with the sun now as it lowers in the sky

steady and strong is her stance

she waits

she knows when it’s the right moment

she waits

the movements awakens far inside of her

long before any perceptible sign is visible

she draws her breath inward

slowly and deeply, fully into her

her wings unfurl, expand, reach

face uplifted, eyes opening as she gazes

exhale and an effortless lean forward

not so much the freedom of flight she seeks

as it is the release of the weight she leaves

as she soars

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