We didn’t have a kite on the beach that day. So Lester and Alex thought… we’d just make kites out of… the sand. Freedom is being able to imagine the sand will soar and become air.
This is my post for the WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge: Free Spirit. (Photo by Myra Lambino at one of the whitest beaches in the Philippines: Tondol Beach in Anda, Pangasinan, north of Manila, Philippines)
The clock showed 15 minutes on the 2.5k, on the same, familiar track, but with a surge of energy that would not happen again until the next cycle. There was a gasp, and a gust, and all at once my lungs burst wide open, exploding silently. Suddenly, there was a big brass horn blowing packs of air in my chest, inward, busting the arteries; I had flaps all over my body and they all opened outward, the wind rushing through them, out of them, howling and bellowing. There was a whistling of unruly breezes brushing through the trees, and all around, I was being tossed like a leaf, infinitely rising, fluttering, disappearing.
Breathe in — disintegrate….Breathe in — exhilarate.
And then I was free.
(Running a day before the Habagat or southwest monsoon, this was the sound of the southwest wind on the track)
