When I was younger, like many, I dreamed of flying. In my mind, I would start to run. As my legs stretched, more ground started passing beneath my leaps until I was running upon nothing at all, just sweeping my legs back and forth, tiptoeing over the treetops at the speed of sound. In waking life, the sensation is replicated as I turn my bicycle onto Bay Street every day during my morning commute.
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