20190105 Flap!
January 5, 2019•99 words
In dreamland I rarely use a vehicle. Walking or running is good for a short distance—but mostly I fly. How? I flap my arms. It works great. I have no fear of heights or falling. I commute between venues, survey situations, evade pursuit, or explore for pleasure when there is no other reason to be on the move. I soar over magnificent landscapes and weird cityscapes. There is a proprioceptive and kinesthetic sense of wings with my arms, always pushing and shaping air, occasionally flickering at the edge of my vision. But, basically, I'm just flapping my arms. Flap!