Snow Spell

Years ago, my kids and I emerged from

our evening swim to discover an April

snowstorm coming down in huge fat wet

flakes. I stood under a lamppost to see the

snow better; and found I wasn't aware of the

ground or anything around me. I underwent

an eerie sensation; the flakes were no longer

falling down, but standing still, while I was

rushing upward with the speed of the falling

snow. I felt dizzy; I was flying without wings,

speeding upward forever, into the vast darkness.

I called the kids and we all stood, balanced off

the earth while we flew; we were all enchanted.

We must have soared for fifteen minutes before

we remembered our wet heads. Such moments

almost always come unexpectedly, and usually

don't last as long as our magical flight.

2024 Jacqueline Jackson

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