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This evening, walking down the grassy central reservation with my headphones on, I listened to the David Bowie version of ‘Wild is the Wind’ and had a metamorphosis. I started to sing, and all of a sudden my voice faltered. I felt an itching in my shoulders. Feathers were sprouting from my arms, my feet stopped touching the ground and at the same time I got smaller. I turned into a swallow. I flew over the grass and across the road. I looked down at the trees and the traffic lights; I saw the office windows and power cables from above. I flew over the park. I looked down at the patios, the cars, pedestrians dotted here and there. I flew over the trees and through the branches, I saw a parked rubbish truck, I paused on a nearby cable. And what if tomorrow I wake up transformed into a person? I love flying. It doesn’t mess up my hair, and my feathers suit me perfectly. It feels so good to fly. And oh, I can go so fast. I love being a swallow, I really do.