Taking to the Skies or should I say Taken by the Skies

How to describe flying:

A silent retreat to lofty heights,

A priceless front row seat to the setting sun,

Effortless gliding away from the world and its troubles,

A lazyboy for the clouds.

A feeling truly unique to itself, flight.  All throughout time man has been searching for ways to stake claim to the domain of the aerial masters.  As Orville Wright put it "The desire to fly is an idea handed down to us by our ancestors who, in their grueling travels across trackless lands in prehistoric times, looked enviously on the birds soaring freely through space, at full speed, above all obstacles, on the infinite highway of the air."  

I too have shared in this dream.  I can't count the number of times that I have closed my eyes and found peace by imagining myself effortlessly soaring through the skies.  Looked up and become entranced by the stunning aeronautical maneuvers of the swallows or the powerful diving kills made by a falcon.   The best mornings are the days I wake up after somehow in a dream I'm magically able to run fast enough to fly over tall obstacles or glide over a great expanse of water.  I knew that day one when my feet left the ground with that paraglider wing over my head I could never feel right any other way.