Today it rained on Bishop's, and the misty air made me feel as though we could step off the mountain and on to Aslan's breath. We would swoop down to touch the blades of grass and twist between the trees. We would soar over the green hills, and over to the ocean beyond the coastal range. We would go so high that the islands became tiny dots on a sea of blue.
"Jill looked behind her. To her astonishment she saw the cliff already more than a hundred yards behind her, and the Lion himself a speck of bright gold on the edge of it. She had been setting her teeth and clenching her fists for a terrible blast of lion's breath; but the breath had really been so gentle that she had not even noticed the moment at which she left the earth. And now, there was nothing but air for thousands upon thousands of feet below her...." The Chronicles of Narnia, The Silver Chair
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