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Taking flight

From the sidewalk, the dock looked like a runway. I tried to imagine what it would be like if I could spread my arms, run off the pier, and take flight.

Pier. Provincetown, MA. 2005.

Pier. Provincetown, MA. 2005

From the sidewalk, the dock looked like a runway. I tried to imagine what it would be like if I could spread my arms, run off the pier, and take flight. I wanted to soar high above the ocean, glide on the breeze with seagulls, and look at the boats below from the sky. I wanted to run to the edge of the pier, jump, pull my legs up to my chest, and cannonball into the ocean, sinking slowly to the bottom, letting the air out of my lungs in bubbles. “Come, let’s go,” my friend said, and we continued walking along Commercial Street back into the fray. Somewhere on that dock, I left a six year old boy behind who still dreams of flying.

The Practice of Contemplative Photography.

About the author Walter

Walter lives and works in and around South Florida. When not practicing or studying acupuncture, you can find him at one of Miami’s beaches, or in a coffee shop lost in the pages of a good book. Walter enjoys diverse interests such as reading Tarot, practicing Qi Gong and Tai Chi, learning Buddhist dharma, practicing shamanic healing, writing for his blogs, reading Oriental philosophy, traveling to new places and old favorites, exploring contemplative photography with his iPhone, sitting quietly in meditation, practicing healthy fitness, and promoting wellbeing.

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