the threads in her head

a little bluebird of happiness-

Fly!

Hours ago she spread her wings. Arms out straight, and zoomed down the slope. Laughing, but not daring to laugh too loud. Whoosh! Down she zooms, laughing, and trying to keep it back. Her steps tumble, faster and faster, one leg up before the other has even come down... woah, woah! She's gonna fall--- no she isn't. She reaches the end, and tucks her wings back in, biting back the laugher that wants to tear itself out, feeling her face go a little warm at the realisation of what a sight she must have been, and trying, really really hard, to avoid the eyes of that guy sitting at the void deck near the slope.

She walks away, and only when she's out of sight and hearing of the guy, then does she allow herself to smile a little. Her mind wags a finger at the impulse of her heart. "Crazy crazy girl!" Heart just laughs back, and skip its merry way along. After all, mind is secretly amused. And heart knows it.

Aye aye, childish kid she is indeed. But ain't this youth? Fluid, that's what youth is, to her, now. Sometimes a child, sometimes an adult, sometimes sober, sometimes light-hearted, sometimes sane, sometimes crazy!

Right now she's a kid, stuck in an adult world. And, she knows she needs to get something aeroplane-themed soon. For the airplane, was once but man's dream and fantasy. And the skies seemed unattainable. Birds were admired, and several tried to model them. Some died. Then more brave souls tried.

And that fantasy became real.

I'm waiting too. Monday...

Oh power and ability. Monday, I'll go to where the white eagles soar. I'll find my sunbird. I'll look for my bright gay kingfisher. I'll wait for the remote chance of that majestic yet humble grand purple heron.

I'll watch out for that shimmery blue dart.