Crimson Lotus Soaring -

And it will remember how to fly.

And in the three seconds I glanced away to check my phone, I swore I saw it hover. Just a millimeter above the rim of the vase. A tremor of levitation. The crimson lotus, testing the drag of the earthly tether. crimson lotus soaring

I met a woman once in the highlands of a forgotten province. She kept a single red lotus in a glass vase on a windowsill that faced east. The valley below was a war zone of progress—cranes eating the skyline, highways slicing through rice paddies. And it will remember how to fly