After, someone sends me a copy of the video. A montage of falling bodies, of gravity’s call and startled birds, water droplets splashing onto the camera lens. You are there. You are one of the falling bodies. You are the way I remember, the way I always remember. You are rewind and pause. You are a catch in the sky. You are an upturned face, an absence in the scenery. I am older than you now. I am older than you every day. Before you are falling, you are looking up. You are looking like you think you might fly.