Shades of Blue: When I Could Fly

There was a time when I was a kid, and the sky felt like it was mine. I didn’t just look up, I actually soared. I held a string, and for a moment, I felt weightless. Superman wasn’t just a comic he was a promise, a bridge between who I was and who I believed I could be. I think every kid has a version of this a hero they never wanted to stop believing in, a game they never wanted to end, a dream so big it felt real. Back then, a string or a cape could make the world feel small, and anything was possible. But as we grew, the world got heavier. The rooftops got farther, and that string started to feel like just a string. I don’t remember exactly when I stopped believing, but I know that ache like a piece of me stayed up there. This piece is for that part of me the part that ran, arms wide, sure I could rise. And it’s for you, too because somewhere inside, that child is still there, waiting. So, ask yourself if you stood on that rooftop again, if you looked up what would you let yourself believe now?