I look out from a mountain top and let my sails unfurl. I rush forward and jump into the sky. On the invisible hand of the breath of the earth, I rise into the sky. The canvas billows into the wind and my soul soars. I feel the warmth of the sun as I draw closer to the edge of the heavens. The hue of light Blue turns into darker shades as I ascend on the invisible hand of the air. Turned this way and that in quick motions, I pull on the cords of my sails. The billowing silk forms a silhouette against sky as the sun reflects light off of silver clouds that form my new horizon.  For a few stolen moments, I have left the mortal constraints of the earth and risen to the highways where only Eagles dare to fly. As the distance fades and the wind lightens it's grip on me, I pull on my sails and let them take me softly earthward. As the forms of the earth begin to take shape, I feel a bit of emptiness. Part of my soul remains in the heavens and is caught by a strong breeze where for a moment, I was riding the wind where ever it would take me.