Wednesday, September 12, 2007
3 Strikes
The wind tugs at my hair, billows my clothes and pulls my eyes upward to the black expanse beyond the electric halo hovering above this maze of wire and concrete. Inside me an adolescent stirs and wrestles against his bindings, longing even demanding to spread his new grown wings.
How is it he landed here so far from his home and haven? His heart cries out for Andie and Whisper, Molly, Kyle and the colonel.
He has work to do. Power brings responsibility and he has a mission to fulfill outside and away from the team. If only I could let him loose. Let his sharp eyes behold this magical city from atop the ocean winds that caress and castigate this beautiful and notorious place. If only I could let him fly like I am just beginning to realize I can.
