Flying Dreams

I have always wanted to fly.

No, I am not talking about being crammed in an aluminum tube with 200 other people who would rather be elsewhere.

There was actually a time when I thought if I jumped from a ledge and flapped my hands fast enough, I could fly.

That is why I revel in Buchela's desire to fly.

He donns his wings and flapps around the house.

He jumps off the couch and bed.

He experiments.

And predictably, he has not been able to take off!

Soon enough he will understand he can not actually fly like birds and butterflies, no matter how hard he tried.

I hope, then, he will discover the pleasure of flying though his dreams - like I did decades ago.

Every so often, I have a spectacular flying dream.

And when I do, I never want to wake up.