Flick of a finger turns on a switch. WHOOOOOOSSSSSH! I step into the wind. Stand in front of a continuous, huge,
enormous gust of
wind. It's blowing so strongly, mercilessly, but I stand put, as best as I can. Squint my eyes tight, hair flailing wildly behind. Stretch my arms forward and, I collapse. I'm clawing at the ground, against the force of a gale.
Like a little bug on the windscreen. I'm blown away, literally.
If I can't have it natural, I'd settle for a giant industrial-grade fan. Now I'm on a green, grassy, large
field so wide, it stretches as far as my eyes want to limit. I run straight ahead. I run like I'm dodging a bullet. I run in circles. I SHOUT with all my might. Compulsion and contorted face. Only the heavens hear me.
And my car parked nearby. I stretch one leg out and up behind, raising it till it touches the back of my head. I raise my arms to hold it in place and, I'm turning turning turning turning turning turning
turning turning turning turning. Lowering my leg to parallel the ground, and my arms splayed out ready for flight, I spin spin spin spin spin spin spin spin spin and not get dizzy.
Can I shout at you? A sifu shows up. Whispers in my ear. I shake my head but he insists. I lean back, and then break into a run. And a spinning leap. The floor is a trampoline I bounce on, head meeting legs in
pike position when at the top. Fluid, full of energy. Then I do giant Jumping Jacks (half-jacks, actually) up in mid air. I'm on top of the world.
Feel the rush.
(Disclaimer: Happened only in my head. My leg cannot actually stretch that far.)
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