Floating

Have you ever seen a feather floating in the sky? And then it comes down to you, slowly sinking with the pull of gravity. You look up at it, not wanting it to come down. You push it up to the clouds with your thoughts, but it disobeys you. You hold out your hands under it and wait patiently. It drifts down. Just as it is about to land into your palm, a breeze blows it away, and you run to catch it. You stretch your hand and reach for it. You feel it, soft as the clouds it has come from. You hold it safe within the dome of your palm. You close your eyes, make a wish and open your palms, blowing it up to the sky.