This nearly weightless feather, tendrils curled from a wave’s sweep and gravity’s tender embrace, was one of the last things I saw before my own fall without grace on a cliff by the sea.
By a trick of light and shadow the feather appears to be floating above a black sand beach.
I am not among the people who believe souls have a quantifiable physical heft. I think they are no less real, but more weightless still, than a feather stolen away from a bright body that still soars in the sun and dances on ribbons of moonlight.
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7 thoughts on “Defying Gravity”
Stephanie, that small preposition “on”, rather than “off a cliff”, makes all the difference. 🙂
Beautiful words, vision, and thoughts. How/where did you find the subject? Thanks! You cheered my day.
In beautiful (but slippery) Vik, Iceland. Wear hiking shoes with traction!
Finding a feather always seems to have meaning to me since I read Richard Bach’s Illusions.
I’m putting that on my reading list–thank you!