Flights of Icarus: Draft Sample #1

The light that passed through the window showed just how much dust was in the atmosphere, which pirouetted with grace upon the dear air.  I used my hand to control the dance.  To keep it alive.  Each loose strand that fell was a life lost.  I gave a story to each strand. I gave them life, meaning. A purpose to stay afloat.  A reason to remain in the block of light that fell from the window.  It all became remarkably important to me. I was completely engrossed when, in reality, I was merely juggling dust.  To Cort, I can’t imagine what this looked like.