What a magnificent thing, to fly in the clouds. Like I’m Wendy Darling chasing Pan to Neverland. The sun burns my cheeks, sparking blushes to life as I gaze down on Earth. I flip my focus to the vast nothingness above me and in the glimmering dark I am small and insignificant. I close my eyes and breathe deep. The wind brushes its hands through my hair just like Mama did when I didn’t feel well. The stroke of a mother, the stroke of a lover. I could fall in love in the sky.
“Ma’am, will you please fasten your seatbelt?”