I kick off the ground, flying into the air. Suddenly I don't feel like touching the ground again. It might be amazing to do such a thing.
I landed again, the earth reaching my legs. The air had a sensation of wonder, like you were no longer tethered down.
Glancing around the wooded area I saw a small frog hopping along towards the small lake. It bounced leaping and seeming to glide through the air. Then it landed. I frowned.
Why did all things have to land?
What if they never landed? Every jump floated forever, and every bird never landed. Would that just make it worse. The frog jumped again. This time leaping into the pond.
Maybe they never landed down there?
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