The Sky is my vast cathedral. Each branches of the clattering trees lauded me. I am a feather, swiftly, gently, dancing in the rhythm of the wind. Right to left, left to right, slowly falling down. I let go. My soul is a beaming light fighting against the angst of the afternoon sun. In my solitude, I am the brightest. In this dance I am fierce, I am free, I am me.