A thread of blue lightning pulls us into the sky, with all the cheerfully ironic parallels between free-fall and flight. The latter is delightful and the former a scare, but both taste like clouds and freedom. There is a very thin thread to differentiate pain from pleasure.
I could fly into you, but instead find that I fall, and it's difficult to find the joy in that, especially when I don't want to see it. (Blue lightning is not a choice.)
Wednesday precedes Thursday, but it's always Woden who gets that last laugh in. (He plays with poetry and Thor just likes brute force.) Lightning is far more dangerous than thunder, but free-fall and flight are much the same. Thus do the two gods balance out.
A thread of blue lightning, and we shall both free-fall and fly.
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