You’d think it would be difficult to pop it out, to say it, to jot it down. And it is to a great extent: it isn’t afterall meaningful, just words on the fly.
As a child I played with fighter planes and admired birds, their magnificent wingspan and the physics of their flight but I never wanted to fly myself, never wanted to be a pilot. I knew my place even then: on the ground, grounded, feet firmly planted envying the sky.