I feel today like Icarus.
Though I found my wings with them I have flown too high, too fast and with no heed to that which lies beneath me.
Now as the wax melts, and my feathers float from my arms one at a time. I see each one and acknowledge how far it has carried me.
I weep, not because I am falling, but because I know that for a moment I was free, and that freedom may never come again.