I do not imagine I will ever cling to her like she is the last handhold on an otherwise sheer cliff.

I do not imagine I will ever cling to her …

I do not imagine I will ever cling to her like she is the last handhold on an otherwise sheer cliff. I have wings. I am ever here in this moment because she is where I want to be. She is not some inanimate savior, she has wings of her own to flutter and soar. I intend to fly beside her, to tumble through the air in loops and gambols, to carry her when she grows tired, to keep her warm beneath them against raging winds.

Thomm Quackenbush