Running Upside into Nature

2024 January #003. Gravity loosens its grip, or does the earth push up, propelling my form into a tumble? Away from the felt path, across the surface, the serenity of flipped reality seeps in. There’s something here between the daisy-speckled green and the limitless azure, a suspension of disbelief, gentle as a cloud's shadow fleeting over hills.

I feel the air, different up here, my breath slightly deeper, more eminent, feeding off the Earth's exhaled fragrance. There's a dance in the disorientation, the world unfamiliar yet cradling, a nurturing contradiction. Where petals brush against ski