With the two arms of a jacket clasped in my hands
I raise it over my head just as the wind picks up
It catches the back of it, blowing it up like a small sail
I close my eyes and lean into the wind a little
My feet are uncovered, and I edge my toes out over the edge
Feeling the harsh stucco granite underneath
As the wind picks up a little more, I lean into it
Letting it take a bit of my weight
The jacket pulls on my hands
I shut my eyes even tighter, and imagine I am soaring up above the clouds
This is flying
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