I wish I could fly over…
I wish I could fly over the Grand Canyon.
Or maybe the Appalacian Mountains…
No, definitely the Sahara…
But what about the pyramids?
I’m amending this post. I wish I could fly over.
There. That’s better.
To feel the wind on my skin and to feel weightless. To soar like a bird, cut flips in mid air… To see the tops of the simplest, most extraordinary things.
Yes, I wish I could fly.