Wednesday, 3 May 2017
I have always wished that I could fly. I dream about it often - just a slight plié and a certain wriggle of the shoulders and spread of fingers and I am in the air, effortless and easy, gravity having no hold on me. I have wished it ever since I was a child, on every new moon and every falling star, when I should have been wishing for practical things like a proper job or a functioning car or a non-dysfunctional family... But I always wish for flight. I have no fear of heights - I have always known what the world looks like from above, long before I was ever in an airplane.