Gills and Wings

How easy it was to make the choice, and how quickly in him the spark ignited. The pressure of the ground beneath his feet was like a springboard; there was no more pull where the earth met the air, no more bonds necessary to maintain. Stepping into the stream was a willful entrance into the undetermined -- How did he know he would be able to direct himself, channel his thoughts, take one more breath that would prevent his drowning? Yet, inevitably