All my life I have wanted to fly. Simply floating into the air. I’ve had recurring dreams where I am running away from something, and then suddenly I break free and soar through the air.

Of course when I wake up I know that I cannot fly. I will probably never be able to fly.

Perhaps that is why I love my trampoline so much. For a brief moment, if you shut your eyes, you are almost flying. Or maybe I love it because it is the only place where my thoughts can fly.

Jumping on my trampoline, contemplating flying…

… in the corner of the garden