I plant my feet
I left the ground

And it was that easy, really. I’m absolutely serious. You have to have some determination, and some pretty serious leg muscles, but you can do it. I did it. Anyone can do it.

An ocean of green springtime crops divided into squares; ragged, shadow-edged circles that I guess are trees; a straight black ribbon of road braided by the oxbow curves of a lazy river: it all spreads out below me, so gorgeous. I’m high enough to see the curve of the Earth, the horizon hazed by distance.

The air’s so cold up here I can see my exhalations, and every breath in is a perfect crystalline knife.

My only worry is that I’m thinking maybe I should’ve figured out a landing procedure, too.

[inspired by a line in the song “Vacant Moan” by O’Death]