Death defying isn't my thing. Nowhere on my list of life goals, or in my heart will anyone ever find a hint of death defiance. Jumping out of a plane, no. BASE jumping, hell no. Swimming with Tiger Sharks, nuh-uh. But in my own way, I push the envelope. I like to ski, fast; I enjoy impossible books drenched in dust--achoo; and I long to skim the shallow margins of the deep. I want to trace the waves with the tips of my wings, and when the breeze whispers in my ear, to rise up and catch the sun's fire, if only for a moment, before quenching my burning spirit. High up, soul ablaze, I long to point my beak down towards the earth, wings tucked, and splash into the sea. I want to crash my soul back in time, to splash my way back into my childhood, to play, like the pelicans I used to watch from the sandy sidewalk while waiting for the school bus, between the fire-hydrant and the rusted Coppertone trash can.