She thought to avoid touching the floor, to let the light shine through her. To reduce all that covered her. She wanted not to be part of time. The mist filled out all the accidents and the mountains pushed the air with determination. In some way protected by the geometry of a confusion that clings to the ground. A world of absurd ways and complicated branches. From afar, she was so still. She hopelessly could not escape falling.
"Gravity is an illusion, an effect of geometry. Earth warps space-time around us, so that space itself pushes us toward the ground." Albert Eistein