6I’m flying up above the trees, through the velvety night sky, barely skimming the tops of the trees and houses. At first, it shocks me that I’m in the air rather than on the ground standing on my feet. From up here, the street lights speckle the landscape like tiny Christmas lights marking the way of the streets and homes. The night air is cool and refreshing, invigorating as I dip and rise and glide as if held aloft by wings. The freedom is exhilarating, pure joy and delight that makes me want to laugh out loud.
After settling high in the thick branches of a huge tree, I watch people on the terrain below. I’m searching them, scouring every face without knowing who I’m looking for or why. I’m certain of one thing though. I’m no longer wholly human. This knowledge courses through me witho
