The forest clearing blurs as I run, every step aching from fatigue. Right foot, left foot, right foot again. But even with the circumstances, I can't await the exhilarating feeling that I know is about to come. The edge of the clearing comes into view, and I unfurl my chocolate brown catch the wind, and that feeling, that exciting, wonderful feeling arrives.
It was like moment before diving into water, but also the exact opposite. Your just suspended there, for just less than a second. And in that second, you get that adrenaline rush, that feeling, that you're about to experience something amazing. Wind in your face, body breaking through air, free from everything,free from even gravity itself.
My feet, clad in tattered sneakers, were the last to leave the solid ground, finally escaping into the world so few have access to.
The sky. They can't catch me or the others here. I'm positive. They can't defeat me in my own territory and they know it. Here, in the vast expanse of the sky, I am free. The chase has ended, for now, and I am left alone in the company of fellow birds.
So this just popped into my head, and I needed some way to vent. This is how I imagined taking flight would feel, and since Max always said that the feeling of a take off never got old, I decided to write a (very) short story about her and one of her take offs. Feel free to flame and hate at my amateur piece of work.
- Lonesome Personified