Between branches and shadow there is a warm peering light, a dappled light. Like underwater except the surface isn't transparent.

A contortion of light and body.

To be free and on a trapeze is to be unable to move from that fixed point, yet to be high enough that no one can touch you.

Before an audience, you are a god. They can't imagine having the courage to do what you do.

You exhilarate them like a spot of dappled light through a tree's shadow on a chilled spring afternoon.

They fear for your fall for you. You need not fear because you are surefooted but they go cold and still with anticipation when you suddenly fall backwards. They look at the floor for you but you are hanging my your ankles.

Toying with them is what the world is worth, like the sun behind a cloud.