A #3 Dream: Soaring

It was as where I stood, twilight. Like the little part
just minutes before all light fades to night. It wasn’t hard to see. Only all I saw was tinted  a washed out gray. There were trees, hills, brush, sky and clouds. With the first twinkling of evening stars. Looking in the opposite direction where the sun set. It already had faded to the night. So walking out onto what was an open meadow. After several steps my walking became slightly labored. I was starting up a an incline but could not see the top. The farther up the incline the steeper it was and walking was also more strenuous. Still I continued to walk up the incline. At one point I had to start leaning in. So my hands could be used now in climbing to the top. There wasn’t any out cropping of rock. Nor were any trees or brush in my path to hinder the climbing. It was all what seemed like grass with intermittent patches of dirt. On this now steeper and steeper slope. Pulling myself upward with my hands. While the feet stepped and planted me firmly. This was continued again and again. Until happening to glance up, there was the top. Only a few more feet and I would gain it. Closer now and planting my feet firmly under me. I grabbed a good hold on long grass. Then with one big effort propelled myself the last couple of feet to the top. Laying prone I slowly rouse to a standing position. Looking out before me all the sky had turned to night. The stars twinkled brightly as a few clouds floated lazily. Just then noticing where I was standing. The top was a long narrow dirt track. With one side sloped were I had climbed up. The other just inches from where I stood. Was a drop off and a very long way down. Turning I started walking along the dirt track. I wasn’t concerned at all with the drop. The twinkling of the stars had my attention. Each twinkle seemed to convey something, a message. I wasn’t sure but they were beautiful to look at. Not watching where I was going. Stumbling I fell towards the ground. To my surprise there was no ground just emptiness. Looking under and to the back of me found I had walked off the top. (Stumbling out over into a broad valley). There where I had walked off was the edge. My feet had not quite cleared it. Pushing off hard with my feet took me out further over the valley and straight down. Plummeting downward an up draft caught me and pushed me upward. Up and forward. I was soaring. Not flying but soaring on the up drafts and wind currents. As they pushed on me and leaning either to my right or left. That is the direction my body went. If I wanted to go up. All that needed to be done. Was to lift or raise my shoulders and head up. To go down, slightly tilting the head and pushing the body in that direction. Not only did I go downward but also my speed picked up. It was an amazing exhilaration to my senses. Being able to soar across the wide expanse of the valley. To go in whatever direction. Be able to soar in a cloud. Wait I said. Something was saying not to go very high. Perhaps it was the twinkle of the stars. That had sent me a warnings about going high. Whether the stars or my inner self I wasn’t about to ignore it. Swooping to the right then left. Soaring up and down at break neck speed. Coming inches from the valley and pulling up. I glided along inches above blades of grass. All that was necessary to stop. Was pull myself to a standing posture and put my leg out. Than step down as if stepping off a bottom stair. So I did. Looking around I could see dawn was breaking. Sparkles of yellow flowed out of the horizon. Inner mixed with soft reds and pale oranges. Trying to soar again I jumped up but nothing happened. Waking up to the morning sun I said aloud. I’ll have to do that again and started a new day.

Sheilah Say