Fly with me.....

Flight: 1- The act of escaping physically
2- Passing above and beyond ordinary bounds
3- The path followed by an object moving through space
It's been some time since you have found yourself here. Memories of freedom and flight excite the soul and yet leave room for longing.The sand between your toes bring back memories of being young. The cool air fills your chest and for this moment you breath a little deeper and walk a little slower as to hold on to every breath.
Seeing the rusty structure almost within reach, you inch closer. Standing in front of this simple freedom you are once again flooded with beautiful memories of simple times. You touch the chains and begin situating yourself in preparation for to fly. You wonder as you release your weight whether or not this seat that once held you smiling in complete comfort is still strong enough to support you in this much later time in life. Have you outgrown such an easy escape? Slowly you push your feet into then sand, feeling the cool of the evening just  below the surface. Now in a standing position, gripping the chilled chains, you again question the integrity of such a simple contraption. Then.....
you let your feet raise to the sky. It all comes rushing back. You pump your legs in and out, stretching your toes up into the evening air. As you lift higher and higher... you lean back...close your tired eyes... and for this moment....you are in flight....Soaring above your troubles. You fly over all boundaries and for this moment your feet don't touch the ground and your head is completely in the clouds.....Memories of childhood summers and adolescent dreams. You remember being here as a young adult, terrified and in the grips of new love.
So many beautiful thoughts and emotions fill the night. You continue with the motion until your body reminds you of the years in passing and you begin to feel every movement back and forth. You tuck your legs under your seat and hold them there, allowing gravity to do it's job yet again. Even as your motion begins to slow, your eyes remain closed. Waiting for reality to return. Not until you completely stop do you allow your feet to fall to the cool sand..... feeling the familiar texture between your toes, slowly you return. The noise of the city surrounding you begins to fill the air. The smell of the coffee shop on the corner becomes noticeable. You shutter a little in the chill of the night....and it becomes apparent that....you have landed.
 When does one begin questioning the integrity of such an easy escape. At what age do we begin using the term childhood activities. Just for today, let go of all inhibitions and just take flight. Lift your feet off of the ground and just breath, letting your breath fully fill your chest. Close your eyes and lean back...all the way back....let your memories catch you. Be in the moment, free from any worries of tomorrow, free from regret, free from the world. Let the corners of your mouth turn so slightly up and just be..... Take the time to fly...without concern for the landing....Some of life's best lessons are learned when your eyes are closed and you allow yourself to be open.....so be open....take it all in.... every moment.... just fly.