Anticipation

Thoughts keep coming back to that night at sixteen when the world sat on the horizon of opportunity the immediate lay on the closer side of a horizon as blank and wide open as opportunities before me. My flesh burned and floated while watching eternity mapped out in the revolving cycle of galaxies just lighting the sky, while I witnessed their message millennia gone by. I was flat on the springs of trampoline stretched from my childhood and my closest most inner being was suspended above in yards of gravity where the fog drifted and the energy of summer heat blanketed my very being. There was a thunderstorm brewing, while I anticipated my flight.