Jenny Matlock’s Letter of the week is K!
She was racing down a beach, flying a kite.
She was light as a feather – the kite whirled on the wind, her feet skimmed the ground.
She was lifted skyward. She was sailing out across the ocean, and she knew it was a dream. Gazing down, she could see schools of fish weaving underwater, and she was no longer afraid of heights as she had been all her 94 years.
When she woke, she wouldn’t try to move an aching arthritic limb or consider braving another day – when she could barely reach down to pull up her socks.
She would not think about her fear of even the smallest heights; climbing a step ladder to change a light bulb. She was unbalanced. She could fall.
Instead, she took back up her kite, raced down the beach again, unencumbered. Light as a feather. So fearless, she wished for a gust of wind to lift her even higher, so she could grab and steal away the Big Dipper by its handle.