One card, one month, multiple insights.
Do you remember the giant slide? The slide decorated as if a waterfall?
Tentatively, slowly, friends rushing past, I would climb to the top and position myself on the edge of the drop, wanting nothing more than to push myself forwards into air.
A drop so steep we would lift away from the slide and fly, seconds of nothingness.
How happy I felt when, hands released, finally free.
Years later, abseiling, tear stained cheeks and pounding heartbeat. When I finally pushed off and away, lowering slowly towards the patchy earth, my harness caught and I landed suddenly, with an almighty thud.
And I laughed and laughed - how I howled! - pure delight.
Perhaps, Fool, I can no longer feel the harness, and so I am afraid. Afraid to commit to leaping when sitting on the red-brick ledge feels stable, solid - choices dancing beneath my feet.
I don't want to be the fool on the edge of great love and great happiness forever. I don't think that would suit.
I hope to find a way to leap as best I can, Fool, looking forward on the way down.