I spread my wings to catch the updraft. Soaring higher at this vantage point I spy fish who seem to be waiting for me to pluck them from their watery world. I swoop lower now and with one smooth pass that tasty prize is mine. Throwing my head back I swallow.

This happy day brings a bounty of surprises.

What is it like to be me?

I feel the wind on my face as I float to my next stop. You probably feel a little jealous, don’t you? You wish you could fly; fly with the help of your wings and go up as high as the mountain on your horizon.

Like I do.

Never give up. It can all be yours if you practice the right moves. Open up. Feel the power of the cool breeze as it lifts you. The aerodynamics might seem tricky at first, but if I can do it, so can you.

I’m never lonely flying above the earth looking down at all the commotion that I cannot hear. It’s a little chilly up here sometimes, but that’s what feathers are for. I have a nice down coat to keep me warm as I fly higher, gliding on the ethers going above the clouds.  Free. Alone. Thinking only of my heartbeat and the sound of my breath.

I make my way to wherever I want to go.

Once more I spread my wings to catch the draft of air that helps me reach the highest tree on the mountain top. From my perch the view is long and wide.

In this life of my design there are no limits.

Oh, but I feel your skepticism because you believe in limits. You are proud to be a realist. For you, things are the way they are.

Not for me though. For you see I am a modern day Don Quixote.

I am a dreamer.

And nothing gets in the way of a dreamer. Because for a dreamer there are no limits. Ever.