#156-Coasting

“Where shall we go?”

“Let’s fly south.”

“The sky does look better there.”

“Yes.”

So we closed our eyes,

Held hands,

And pretended to fly.

Feeling the cold air,

Remnants of a setting sun,

Gliding, carefree.

For mere minutes

We flew in our minds.

But darkness soon arrived.

Our flight ending too fast.

Flying without wings

Through cloudy winter skies.

Looking up with eyes closed.

Feet on the ground.

What fun…