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Fri 30th Jul 2021 11:06

The Dream.

by August

(Prompt from one-shot :D)
 
A different time. A setting sun.
 
Clouds rushing past, the excitement of falling in control, power underneath my feet.
 
Laughter just barely audible over the rushing wind.
 
A steep incline, gravity fighting back.
 
Streaks of colour in the sky behind, like thin brush strokes on canvas.
 
Above the clouds, a sunsetting sky.
 
Weightlessness.
 
Freedom.