a tiny jump

And I spread my arms and without much hesitation take off for a swim in the air above the city. The sky is the bluest of blues and the streets look like channels dug into a large piece of stone. There is always the park, of course. Now a patch of scratch and sniff. Higher and higher I go. Not a cloud in the sky. Cool and quiet now. Lees and less of everything. Silence. Just the sound of my own blood pumping through my temples. The city looks like frosty moss spreading onto the continent. The bays, the rivers, the ocean. I close my eyes, turn around and dive. Louder and louder the city becomes. Louder and louder the colors. Louder and louder the voices, the cars, the machines. I land on the roof deck and take the stairs home. Just a brief shift of perspective. Now back to work.