I flew, arms spread, hands to the sky, my fingertips reaching the clouds.  My hearing silent, but for the gusts of wind exploding all around me. I twirled and swirled, gliding and dancing, maneuvering between empty spaces, but for the passing avian. The air frigid, icicles formed on my extremities, but I was okay, I was comfortable, I was safe. I bellowed a deep sigh of relief, for I felt free, my mind resting comfortably within my heart. Down below, way down below, a person stood. Stood in solitude and in shadow, masked by something from within, eyes filling with tears from within casting tears on blades of grass that to the undiscerning eye could easily been misconstrued as the ordinary morning dew, but for the source, those eyes. Beautiful and dark, longing and forlorn, lonely with despair, or so they seemed. Always inexplicably cast wayward to the horizon and beyond, peering into the fleeting future. Fleeting because the future always becomes the present and so the future becomes unattainable until it becomes the present moment that then as a consequence is not appreciated and is not experienced for want of the future and what it holds in store that is just in fact the present moment. Either way, I digress.  This beautiful figure, stoic in appearance, bent down on one knee and took aim, took aim with a bow and arrow from within. Took aim towards my being in flight, towards my dancing spirit and shot skyward. Piercing the air with a shriek of despair and fright, this arrow did fly, did cut, did slice, did strike me, it did strike me. And so closing my arms and clenching my hands to my chest, I fell from the sky. On my way chaotic descent downwards, I somehow managed to grasp a moment in time and looked into the eyes of this beautiful person and asked, “why?” to which she responded in a haphazard way, “I do not know…..”