September 11/365 Dreams 4

Once I wrote “Kimmery always dreamed she could fly, so she ran to the edge of the bank and jumped.” I often dreamed of soaring over valley houses, river, church steeples, to the opposite hill line. Years later, snorkeling over an outer reef, I felt the land drop away as I watched a manta ray fade into the dark. Flying.

The valley I flew over.