The gauzy nightdress caresses her thighs as her bare arms, trembling feet defy the gnawing, gnashing wind. The world hangs below, teetering on the edge of a cliff. She turns, back to the open air; taxicabs panic below her. She tilts, arms whirling like pinwheels, and falls into freedom. Serenity, it seems, is found in flying, if only for a moment.