... running across the granary roof to a hard landing ... he never got the hang of flying ... his angry feet forever weighing him down
Painting by Winslow Homer
Oh dear; I'm reading this just before leaving to run some errands - and hoping I don't get to practice flying on the ice and snow that have visited us. Your words are magic, once again, Teresa.
Thanks for giving me a big smile this morning. I have fond memories of jumping off roofs. My brother liked to pretend he was a stunt man in a western. He'd grab his imaginary gunshot wound and tumble off dramatically. :)
We didn't jump off the granary roof (too steep), but seeing that word makes me happy too. :)
I was never able to get the hang of it either.
ReplyDeleteI have, at times, been known to forget what I might have learned ...
DeleteOh dear; I'm reading this just before leaving to run some errands - and hoping I don't get to practice flying on the ice and snow that have visited us. Your words are magic, once again, Teresa.
ReplyDeleteFlying is an internal thing ... :)
DeleteSomething in us never stops trying to fly.
ReplyDeleteIt is what keeps us afloat ... :))
DeleteThanks for giving me a big smile this morning. I have fond memories of jumping off roofs. My brother liked to pretend he was a stunt man in a western. He'd grab his imaginary gunshot wound and tumble off dramatically. :)
ReplyDeleteWe didn't jump off the granary roof (too steep), but seeing that word makes me happy too. :)
Weren't they good times?
DeleteThere's something about a granary ... it still stands but not as I once imagined it to be.