night flying

I love the soft suspension as air breathes up under us and we float across the sky, cloudlike.

Darkness ebbs and flows like thick ink: black and sleepy, and lazy enough to let the moon through when she’s peeking. We pull our own magic strings like a dancing puppet; touching the pavement and twisting back up, a waltz with the runway lights and the stars.

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