Introduction
True story.
One rainy day when I was very young, a strong gust of wind caught my umbrella. For just a second or so, I was lifted perhaps a foot off the ground. My father quickly pushed me back down to earth, yet for many years after, I dreamed of flying high over the playground.
But as I grew older, sometimes I wondered if I had just imagined escaping skyward.
However, decades later when we were both adults, my youngest sister confessed that she had always been envious after witnessing my brief airborne moment. So, she would hold her umbrella up into the wind hoping for the sky to defy gravity and take her far and away, too.
Maybe we all feel the tug of a breeze in our bones sometimes.
S.E. Page, Co-editor
One rainy day when I was very young, a strong gust of wind caught my umbrella. For just a second or so, I was lifted perhaps a foot off the ground. My father quickly pushed me back down to earth, yet for many years after, I dreamed of flying high over the playground.
But as I grew older, sometimes I wondered if I had just imagined escaping skyward.
However, decades later when we were both adults, my youngest sister confessed that she had always been envious after witnessing my brief airborne moment. So, she would hold her umbrella up into the wind hoping for the sky to defy gravity and take her far and away, too.
Maybe we all feel the tug of a breeze in our bones sometimes.
S.E. Page, Co-editor