DISSOLVE INTO THE SKY
Walking the paths of Montserrat with Oliver, I felt a deep-rooted longing.
I wished only to reach the very top,
where all points converged,
and then to dissolve into the wind
- starting from the ends of my hair, to my fingertips.
It was the kind of longing I feel when I spot the ocean in the distance, the kind that fills my heart when I see an eagle tilting between the shifting clouds above, the kind that makes me reach my feet into the air, toes grasping at sky, when I am on a playground swing. Like a chest-wrenching-heart-ache to break free of earthly bonds and meld into the sea or sky.
Oliver felt it too.
So we let everything go, painted our faces with red earth,
then ran headlong up the mountain
till we were no longer running, but jumping into the wind.
