A Feather

Through the wood she went.  Terrified and lost. It was dark and there was no escape from the nothing that followed her.  Flipping back and forth Between ground and mud and tree and bush she climbed. Up and up.  She crawled and scratched and fought until she reached a clearing at the top of the trees. 

She broke through.

Now soaring through clouds she found herself.  Floating on hope.  She was free.  She saw the mountains how she always dreamed of seeing them, the sea how it longed to be seen. The world had been waiting for her.  The sun rose from beyond the horizon, the wind flew with her, the waves leaped from the water below. And she flew.  She climbed. 

She soared through the sky.

In the distance was a figure.  His face drowned by shadow.  A humble victim to the now setting sun.  

Somewhere she knew that it was purposed for them to meet. That they were destined to be together. To do great things in the world. 

Time slowed as she moved towards him.  Seconds felt like days.  The sounds of the world formed together as music.  She could feel her heartbeat in every inch of her spirit as she glided towards him arbitrarily swaying from side to side.  Down and down.  Landing gently at his feet. 

He smiled.