She was flying.
When I saw her, across the room, hanging from the ceiling by some fabric around her waist, I saw a bird. When you watch an eagle slice the air with its wings as it soars through the blue above, you think, wow. What a magnificent creature. While I watched Amy, I saw an albatross. Whispering to the fabric with her hands to catch her when she dove. Singing to the air with her body to let her spin. Weaving through gravity to pose like a swan, then fall and swim through the sky. As the crowd cheered and clapped and whooped for the show, Amy sank into the floor and lay down so finally she might have resigned in that moment. In this moment, I knew I could love Amy Hazellewood.
