It was the first time and it wouldn’t be the last…
Strapped to her trainer, Ella ran off the cliff. As her feet left the ground, she knew there was no turning back.
The hang glider sank and then rose, dipping and rising through the air currents. Until finally they hit the right one and climbed up toward the clouds.
She wished she could take a mental picture. She closed her eyes to try to capture the moment… But only briefly. She didn’t want to miss a thing.
She was flying. Up here, soaring above it all, her problems were far away. It didn’t matter that her husband left her. She was now above it.
It didn’t matter that she didn’t have children yet. She could watch over the world.
It didn’t matter that she didn’t know who she was without him. She didn’t need him up here.
Nothing mattered but the wind in her glider. And the strength in her heart.
The wind changed and the world grew smaller still.