Flying Away

How does it feel when you are flying? When there is not a worry in your path? When, though you may appear so small, you're not afraid to fall at all? How does it feel when a gentle Summer breeze carries you along the horizon as you stare toward the rising sun, soaking in a perfect backdrop? How does it feel when you have escaped darkness? When the chill of night air has fallen away? Does it feel as you've anticipated? I want to be flying too. Chanté Walker