To Fly Would Be Grand

With every step I took negative energy was released through my toes. My arms swung with great force to burn off all my anger and frustration locked deep within. I noticed my surroundings, that they were beautiful, peaceful and serene, but I did not give my heart to the hills for fear they too would betray me. The water babbling along through the canal was free, why could I not be free just as she? The ducks that foraged along the bank for breakfast too were free, why not I? I walked on fiercely, my thoughts and emotions driving me further on.

My feet dove straight into the soft sand of the foothills, nothing could stop them or keep them from going farther still. Away from the shade of lush trees along the canal path and facing the dry mountain desert hills, my nerves lose tension as sweat begins to run down my cheek. The sun's warmth is welcome to my icy disposition and I long to climb to the top of the world just to touch the rays that give such warmth! My breathing is staggered as I suck in air so dry my lungs heave and my mouth longs for moisture. I continue forward determined to leave my world behind. The hills are alive with red winged grasshoppers and yellow fuzzy ants and tall sunflowers. The hills' current hiker is dying and longs to be just as alive as its occupants.

I reach a summit. I stop and turn in circles as I take in my surroundings. I look below to where I had come from and see that if I run fast enough back down I may just be able to fly. I take my first step, then another, soon gravity increases and my feet are no longer my own. Up and over hills, around the bend, at every turn insects fly and buzz and click their little bodies out of the path of furry. How I long to be free, free to fly far, far away from here!

I stop, hunched on the ground, coughing and sobbing. I can not fly.