I look down at the diminutive city spread out like a quilt beneath me. All sharp lines and rectangles. The wind whistles past my ears and I close my eyes.
Three days ago, I woke up with the ability to fly. I don’t know why. Magic? A mutation, like in X-Men? Maybe I got bitten by a radioactive bird, who knows?
What I *do* know is that I had a lot of misconceptions about what flying would be like.
That first day, I was so excited. I zipped through the house ecstatically, but clumsily. Ran into walls, shelves, furniture.
I hadn’t considered that maneuvering wouldn’t come naturally.
Once I managed to move through the house a few times without crashing into something, I took my first flight outside. It was exhilarating. For about five minutes.
Once you get a certain distance up, I realized, the temperature changes drastically.
I hadn’t considered how cold it would be up there.
I started bundling up so I could make it higher. Wearing a few layers, a hood, and some goggles helped to take the edge off. They didn’t help, however, when it came to spotting planes.
Surprisingly, those can sneak up on you when the roaring jet stream drowns out all other noise.
I hadn’t considered the traffic in the sky.
I downloaded an app to help me navigate flight patterns. I was actually mapping a route using that today when I had the most recent realization about my ability.
I open my eyes and look down at the city, noticeably larger now.
I hadn’t considered that it might be temporary.
[Narrated here by TalesofTim](http://youtu.be/SZ1qy5POavs)