Constitutional of the Heart XI.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

A short record how the rapture of speed can bring closer the heart to birds and to Her.

Today I embraced speed again. Though sometimes I had to slow down. But then, something in my soul reared like a racehorse, urging me to go faster. If I had to wait, this something would stampede like an Arabian steed that wanted to run. This something was perhaps the unbridled power born of speed.

It zigzagged along my muscles like a bolt of lightning. Lightning that is more than electricity, more than energy. A reddening lightning that neither destroys nor builds, but simply stimulates.

My journey was relatively uneventful as I had an early start. The morning yawned sleepily, as you did, when we had visited the Railway Museum. The city was just beginning to wake up too. Most of the streets were still deserted, betokening the promise of free speed. I took advantage of that.

Then I had a long-forgotten experience. I was already on my way home. Near St. Michael’s Rectory a kit of pigeons frolicked about in the park.

As I sped past, they welcomed me amongst them briefly. They flew with me. It only lasted a few seconds, but it was a great experience to cleave the air with the birds.

For a moment, I felt like I was flying with them because my imaginary wings could overcome the tyranny of gravity. Then the magic wore off, but it enhanced my good mood.

In my heart, a particular white tingling sensation arose, bubbling like magma beneath the surface. It felt good, and I realised that I had felt it elsewhere than in the company of birds. It was when I spent time with you…


Submitted: November 25, 2021

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