We’re on the coast. Beautiful foamy white seas with turquoise water below. We’re flying!
Soaring above the breakers, in tandem with our arms stretched wide like osprey on the hunt.
I can see your smile, your hair is blowing in a fantastic mess. We soar and soar, over the swells and above the rocky outcrops.
We see whales and dolphins, the pelicans are startled by our airborne presence.
The flight ends on the beach. We collapse on the sand in laughter and delight.
“Let’s go again!”
“Good idea!”
We begin our trek up the seaside mountain. Hand in hand like twin flames burning in a silver sconce.
Flying Dream! Intergalactic Finance Minister
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