“There was a lot to think about, and I couldn’t seem to sort it all out. I needed to clear my head. I needed to spend some hours free of worry. I could become fog and just drift for a while. But that idea scared me—it would be easy to drift into nothingness. Then I thought of the bat. How to do it? For fog, I simply let myself go. This was different. I remembered a friend who played golf. He was always saying, Be the ball. I would be the bat. I thought of the bat. As I thought, I became a bat. I...t was that easy. I took the form in midair, hovering, flapping. I kept all my heightened senses and gained others. Sound now became a form of sight. I called out, and the buildings answered me. Everything that was solid showed up by returning my call. Even the sky responded, revealing itself by its silence. I pushed my wings against the air. I flew above the buildings. Unlike rising, flying took effort. But it was good effort. It reminded me of running that first lap around the track in gym class, running when I was full of energy, running for the pleasure of feeling the track move beneath my feet.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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