He took a running start. His feet slapped at the dirt, until suddenly they didn’t. He was weightless. He closed his eyes, imagining he was flying. He smiled, a real, genuine smile. The smile was a spark, and like a flame, his laughter came roaring. His laughter created wings, and soon he was soaring. Nothing could stop him now. He could see for miles and miles. Everything was soaked in the golden light of dawn. The wind tousled his too-long hair and he could almost grab the air in his hands. Up here, he knew he could do anything. If only there was enough time, but there wasn’t, and eventually he hit the water and this grand illusion was over once again. He got out of the water, soaking wet, and raced back to the top of the cliff.