She held the strings in both her hands, leaving a little slack on the left.
She could taste the cotton-candy wisps of clouds.
The greenness smell of the grass made her smile, remembering childhood friends and games.
The wind billowed out her dress into a parachute.
“Standing here,” she thought, “was like standing on the edge of the cosmos.”
Whole galaxies dancing the pavane, in a courtly manner.
Then, in a single motion she let go of the strings. Faith took a leap.