The wind is cold and bracing. My tired heart races, my skin ripples under the awesome force. I spread my arms and splay my fingers and feel it flow over me like a cold sand. The energy gathers in my lungs and the scream is drowned out by the roar of the wind filling my ears.
I could be falling. I could be flying. I could be belted into a very expensive sports car that is flipping end over end into a fiery oblivion. It finally doesn't matter. I'm flying though a wind that makes me feel more alive than I've ever felt. It could be the end or the beginning again.
Either way, I'm finally free.
I figured out how to beat the world, the crush, the people, the unrelenting pressure and I'm free of it. There is no gravity, no headache, no flutter in my gut.
There is only the wind flowing though my fingers, pulling at my clothes and making my eyes water.
It's okay to let go, it's okay to fly now.
