Each morning last week, I strapped into a harness, climbed a ladder or scaffolding, clipped in to webbing and bungee cords, and hung from the ceiling. This five-day class in bungee dancing was part of an Aerial Dance Festival--and taught me to fly.
The best moments? Hanging upside down, hanging parallel to the floor and looking up at the ceiling, pushing off the floor and springing into mid-air jumping jacks, and looking back over one shoulder and soaring backwards. Ah, to have wings!
Last week a I had a little aerial moment. I was walking along Connecticut Ave in the afternoon when a little bird took off from the sidewalk in front of me. For a couple seconds I felt as if I was seeing it in slow motion - I could see the individual wing flaps and the body slowly turning, away from me and into the trees. Then time snapped back into place and it was a blur up into the branches.
Posted by: David | August 20, 2007 at 04:24 PM