My heart skips a beat. The sea of serrated clouds lies below me. The azure sky sings a gentle melody. "Jump," it croons out to me. In pure exuberance, my heart skips once again. A joyful smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. With a full scope of the sky, I leap out of the plane. Falling, falling, falling, falling. No, never. I am flying!

 

Magic blooms when I begin painting, drawing, computing, and making objects with my hands. Provided with different perspectives, I shape and stretch beyond their own dimensions. The thrill I get from skydiving is exactly the same emotion I have when I begin a new project. I fly as I go through the process. After completion, the parachutes of those projects jump to life and spread magic as they go.