Once he tried to take off and he couldn't. It had been a long time since he'd flown but he just took for granted that he always would be able to fly if he wanted to.

He sat on the sill looking up at the stars and the urge to sail through the indigo sky was stronger than it ever had been. He leaned forward, pointed his hands at the North Star and caught himself just at that moment when you know you're not going to make it, not catch the ski lift or the last flight to LA. It's an instinct.

He sat there shivering in the cool night breeze but the shivering came from inside his mind. It was fear and he wondered if it wasn't the most wonderful feeling he'd ever felt in his life.