Akilah loved anything that flew or floated through the air. She loved birds and bugs with wings. She loved dandelion seeds and leaves picked up by the wind. A silk scarf, a steamer, a paper kite wafted on a run could occupy her for hours. She watched the clouds so much, her family accused her of dreaming. But she wasn’t dreaming; she was thinking about air, how it has substance but doesn’t block the light, how we pass through it without noticing it, and how when it blows it can pull a ship across the sea.