this week we tore up the list of things to do and just flew away instead. had enough of gravity, we said, time to shake it from our shoulders and remember that we were born free. time to kiss the sky and hear it sing 'I told you so, I told you so.' time to fly until you dare touch the sinking sun, until the wings are laced in liquid gold and the butterflies get caught in your throat. and if you can, cut the engine. let life rush up to meet you in the middle of a dead drop, freefall until your heart restarts and then come back better off.