Inspired by Lens-Artist Challenge #52: Serenity
When I was a young girl – a very young girl – I dreamed I could fly.
All by myself.
It was glorious while it lasted.
This photograph reminds me of that dream.
Lying in bed trying to fall asleep was not always easy when I was a child. Feelings are hard to sort out, identify and soothe when you’ve barely learned to read and write. I was also expected to solve my own problems.
Maybe it was watching the Mighty Mouse cartoons. I couldn’t take my eyes off his soaring figure and trademark cape…flying high to Save The Day. Or maybe, later, it was the view from the branches of the tree I loved to climb. Peeking out from behind the leaves.
For whatever reason, I transformed to a girl in flight during nighttime dreams. The dream began as I started running…
…running across my backyard. Faster and faster. Through the neighbor’s lawn. Until the grass was a blur. The trees were a blur. Only the sky still in focus. Always a blue sky. When my legs could run no faster, I’d jump. Without fail, Up I Went. My arms straight out to my sides, waving up and down birdlike. Flying away. Just like that…
Directly into a calm place of peace. And sleep.
I learned to start this dream at will.
I wish I still could!