Last night in a dream I rose up and shattered into a thousand shards. The pieces of me swooped and climbed like a flock of crystalline birds, appearing and disappearing as they angled into and out of the light. Some real birds flew through me and I thought I might scatter into nothingness but I was like the rain and we co-existed easily in mid air. It didn't matter anyway because the piercing beauty of the light was all-encompassing and my own being was not important. Soon, however, I landed and felt myself reassembling. A fresh appreciation of my individual body joined the not-quite-lost sense of ephemeral flight and all day long I have lived in two worlds.