Once a moon, the sky painted itself with starfire and
rainbowy night-hues, and a romping cloud-jaunt beckoned from its brilliant,
blistery depths. When the wordless call came, without fail, she was
hard-pressed to resist, and more times than not, she answered its invitation
with unfettered abandon. Cloak-wrapped and joyful, she'd stretch out her arms, race
down the gauntlet, and leap recklessly away, weightless in the delirious,
fleeting flash of an instant. She'd rudder through airy spaces via twists,
turns, and minute bodily adjustments, by turns cradled, then buoyed on glorious
winds aloft. A course steered for
nowhere with purposeful intent.
