When the whispers of the heart unfurl their wings, there comes
an ethereal moment—a tender breath in time when one feels as though they were a wisp of air, gently ascendant from the earth’s tender embrace. Imagine, if you will, being like a gentle steam,
rising and swirling in a dance of liberation; where you find the
power to dilate into the vastness, or to condense into the essence
of concentration, at your merest whim. Through this serene
levitation, my steps carry me, as if in weightless ballet, past the
faces of family. With a languid wave, a silent benediction of sorts,
I glide by them, they who are anchored in descent. In this moment,
I am a creature of the skies, unbound by the gravity of the world,
enveloped in the romance of freedom and the affectionate touch
of the breeze.