The Echo Chronicles: Volume 1: Letter 5
Huh. I never noticed how strange that sounded. “Dear Person.” Person. It’s like I’m writing to the entire world. But I’m not. It’s just you. And you’re not just any person. You’re exactly who I think you are. So that’s my unexpected observation of the day.
In other news, I’ve been thinking about what it feels like to fly. It’s different. Loud. Crowded. Makes my ears hurt. And yet I love it. I love the feeling of my stomach dropping fifty feet when the airplane takes off, and the jolt when the wheels finally touch the ground again. I love the security of fastening my seatbelt, and the satisfying click when I unbuckle it. I love the way the stars shine at night- it’s so different when you’re right up there next to them- and the way I could touch the clouds if I could reach through the windows.
I wish I could fly. Isn’t that every child’s dream? To touch the clouds and stand so close to the stars that you can be blinded by their light? It would be a wonderful adventure, I think. But I’m the kind of person who would go up fifty feet, then crash and burn. But at least I’d fly.
“Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.” -Leonardo da Vinci