I should have known that I could have flown. It was so obvious.
All of those coincidences.
Thinking of someone and they call.
Hearing a word, something weird – like Oregonian – at least three times in one day in unrelated ways.
A series of numbers popping up, over and over again, on the clock, on the odometer, in a random phone number, or rung up on a cash register.
The sheer ridiculousness of everything should have been a give-away as well.
Creationism. Genetically Modified Organisms. The Kardashians. Tiny little dictators. Trickle Down Economics.
These were irrational situations that I believed to be real because I wasn’t paying attention. I should have counted my fingers and toes but I didn’t think to do that because I accepted the reality, like I always do, when I am there.
Looking back on it, in those fleeting moments when the images were still strong before reality blew them away like a breeze through chaff, I thought, “I should have known…”
I didn’t even think of trying to fly. I wish I had. I like to fly.