The longest journey starts with just one step. Whoever said that probably wasn’t thinking of that step at the cellar head that I missed, sending me arse over tit into eternity. They were most likely imagining some sage-looking Asiatic with all his belongings tied in a neat bundle and slung over his broad shoulders, facing an empty, sinuous road with, in the distance, a range of misty blue mountains, swooping cranes and a new life beneath the boughs of a picturesque pine forest.
I wish I still had two legs beneath me, feet ready to walk the distance and a blue yonder beckoning, instead of this. This what? This falling? Shouldn’t it have stopped by now? By rights I should have bashed my brains out on the stone flags of the cellar floor minutes ago. Still the blackness flies past in rags and tatters. Not really black, more grey, with lighter patches and the soft touch of feathers. The feeling of falling changes to one of upward movement, of soaring, and the pitch black of the cellar is growing lighter, a misty blue. In the new light, I see the tattered, feathery darkness swooping past.
Cranes.
If you like the shorts, why not try the longs?
Jane Dougherty Writes 
I enjoyed how you wrote this Jane. There’s a pleasing reflective tone to your writing, it is engaging and lyrical and I love that style of writing.
Thank you, Michael. I’m pleased you like the style 🙂
I like the ambiguity here. Visions, but what is the source? Food for thought…(K)
Visions or for real maybe? I’m ruling nothing out 🙂
That’s what I like…could go either way.
Thats why I enjoy writing fantasy…with just a grain of truth.
I thought it was real–maybe because I had just been thinking about time travel before I read this. 🙂 But it could be either.
I’d say it’s as real as paradise 🙂
I love this – to me it feels like a theoretical fable (the sage-looking man) interwoven with a literal or metaphorical vision in perfect ambiguity.
Thank you 🙂 I wonder if it is possible to make dreams reality. Maybe in extremis. Who knows?
I agree! 🙂