I've always wanted wings, haven't you?
Longed to soar and feel the wind lifting me...
Ached to be weightless.
And wings themselves are just so gorgeous.
All of which has me thinking...
There are other methods of leaving the whole world behind, other ways of flying.
Even earthbound we can soar and be beautiful, suck every morsel of sweetness from ordinary moments.
I just need to slow down a bit and keep the right point of view.
