Danielle Dayney19 Comments on Morning Flight

Morning Flight

Photo courtesy of Llywelyn Nys

The rising sun had yet to meet the sky, and hues of pink changed the clouds to delicious cotton candy.  She shut the door quietly, trying not to wake her father, then flipped yesterday’s braids behind her, and tiptoed quickly off the deck.

Wet grass slipped between her bare toes as she ran toward the towering tree.

Once there, her small hands tugged at the ropes, pulling herself to sit on the wood, hand-carved by her papa.  She tipped her head, purple nightgown soaring behind her like a cape. Her toes touched the coveted sky.

Often, she dreamt of flying.

Published by Danielle Dayney

Born and raised in Ohio, Danielle Dayney got her start writing rock concert reviews for a music magazine called The Glass Eye in Toledo. Today, her work has appeared in the Fredericksburg Literary and Art Review, Huffington Post, Dead Housekeeping, The Mindful Word, and in several anthologies including the Virginia Writers Centennial Anthology, Nevertheless We Persisted, and Beach Reads: Lost and Found. She also received awards at BlogHer for her creative nonfiction essays. Her debut essay collection is forthcoming from Brandylane Publishers.

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19 thoughts on “Morning Flight”

  1. d3athlily July 20, 2016 — 6:56 am

    I love the beautiful picture you painted here. I could see every detail perfectly.

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  2. hemasmixedbag July 20, 2016 — 5:24 pm

    There is such a airy, lyrical quality to this piece, Danielle! It’s beautiful.

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  3. Me Otherwise July 21, 2016 — 4:25 am

    Ah! her papa, the wind beneath her wings!!!! Brilliant!

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  4. Jennifer G. Knoblock July 21, 2016 — 11:15 am

    I love all the details here–texture, color. I’m suddenly wishing I had a swing (and a non-icky-humid sunrise)!

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  5. Beeray July 21, 2016 — 3:31 pm

    Beautiful. Love how you described and love how I am able to actually picture it. Flawless.

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  6. innatejames July 21, 2016 — 5:32 pm

    I really like the leap you took between the third and last paragraphs and the conflict you created underneath the joyous moment. Really nice work, Danielle!

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      Danielle Dayney July 21, 2016 — 9:15 pm

      Thank you, Nate! Glad you liked it.

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  7. saroful July 21, 2016 — 6:22 pm

    I used to swing for HOURS as a kid.

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      Danielle Dayney July 21, 2016 — 9:13 pm

      Me too. I remember it feeling like freedom.

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  9. lshandlefox July 26, 2016 — 1:46 pm

    This reminded me of when I was a kid and brought back that sensation of flying on a swing…oh the freedom… Thanks

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  10. Mel July 26, 2016 — 8:43 pm

    Beautiful. I felt transported by this.

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      Danielle Dayney July 26, 2016 — 10:19 pm

      Thanks, Melissa! Glad you liked it.

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