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Saving Daylight

By Maya Joseph 

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    By Mackenzie Oster
Growing up I lived in the smallest town you could ever think of.

Even as a child when everything was ten times my size, it felt like you could walk around the entire town within five minutes. The freshwater creek, the old playground, and the small houses lined up in rows.

Everyone went to the same school, the same church, and the same steak restaurant on special occasions. There wasn’t a thing out of place.

My best friend was naturally my neighbor, a weird, but good enough kid who loved spending time outdoors. We spent most of our summers running across the edge of the rocky sidewalks with our arms spread out wide, hoping that one day wings will grow in place of our arms and we’ll both fly far, far away from here.
At the end of the narrow road, we would always stretch out our arms, look up at the sky, and do the same thing. Our tiny hands stretched out even tinier fingers to reach out for the setting sun, hoping that one of the burnt yellow-orange rays would catch on our fingertips.

They never did, but it was fun to pretend, because that’s how life had always been.
At some point in time, those days passed, and I could escape the world I had always known.

I now lived in the largest city you could ever think of. I didn’t think it’d be possible to walk around the entirety of it. But for some reason, it still felt so small.

Maybe because at one point in our journey, your wings didn’t grow like mine did. I had to run down the narrow path on my own, while your outdoors-loving self stayed inside, feeling too tired or not in the mood anymore. ‘Your friendship had run its course’, people had said, but part of me didn’t believe that.

Although I’m older now, sometimes I would catch myself slowing down during a fast-paced day, looking out towards the sky. It was so expansive, and I still flapped my arms in a child-like gesture, wondering where it would take me next. It was exact the same time, in which the day reaches that optimal point between the afternoon and night, the sky turning into a blend of colors.

In a fleeting moment, I ran down the newly paved sidewalk. My hands were bigger but still they were carrying the same awe of a child, reaching out towards the sky, feeling as if I could truly touch it.

At the end of days like today I found it okay if your wings didn’t grow, I’ll still be here filling in the space enough for both of us.