Dear June:

I once dreamed, maybe it was a time between sleeping and being awake, that I was like a bird, flying among the clouds, flying around the clouds, my arms spread. It felt  so real, the cool air around me, the feeling  of freedom, the flying with no effort, no difficulty. It felt so good. I  don’t remember how  old I was. But for a long time I wanted to believe that I really did fly in the sky. I wanted that feeling  again. I didn’t like the idea that it was not real.

anita