I thought I was falling. But instead, I was floating on thin air. And like a dancing piece of paper, I was flown left and right. Like a fancy leaf during spring, I bounced happily but sadly, I had to fall. Now desperately, for no reason whatsoever, can’t wait for next season. To fly again, or maybe shyly drop. But if I fall, like Shai, I will be sure that we are friends.