And then, she stepped off the cliff.

She fell, her hair flowing behind her, looking both elegant and fragile. 

When it looked almost too late, her wings snapped open and caught on a gust of air, she flew. 

She soared, letting the wind do most of the work, only flapping when necessary.

Closing her eyes, she listened to the wind as it roared past her ears, enjoying this brief respite. Before she had to land and return to reality. After all, this may be the last time she gets a break for a very long time.