Learning

No one believed me.

That's the way it's always been, though.  For some reason they always assumed I lied, but I could feel it in my bones.  Like an itch in my blood, under my skin.  I could do it, and I needed to do it.

Finding the right spot to prove my honesty was difficult.  I spent a lot of time on the tops of skyscrapers, as high as they would let me go.  Finding the perfect spot.

Perfection was found in the countryside, to my surprise.  I found a cliff with a pulsing waterfall racing out if it, like a heartbeat vibrating the rock, and synching with my blood.  It called to me, pulled me to its mossy rocks, its frothing overflow, to its dizzying height.  From the top, I could see my far-off city as a blurry gray mass, a distant memory.  Trees swayed by the river beneath me, dancing to their own music.  I was stunned, for a moment, deafened by the roaring pulse and captivated by the momentary stillness below.  It was perfect.  Made for me.

I took off my shoes.  One should never do such things while wearing shoes or coats.  My feet delighted in the strange textures of moss, grit and stone, wet from the waterfall; water stung and spit against my arms as I approached the sudden end of the world.  

It wasn't necessary, but I spread my arms as I leaned forward.  My shirt was soaked and chilled, raising goosebumps on my arms.  I'd say my heart was racing, but I was so calm.  Gravity did my work for me; all I needed was a start, a lean forward.

Just a little further forward...

Watch me fly.