From the top of  a high mountain, looking over the land below. I embrace the wind as I prepare to take flight. On a glider of blue and white, I step into the nothingness and sail into the air. Down then up with the push of the wind. It is as if some unseen hand has lifted me above the earth. I rush onward into the clouds. I feel the moisture brush against my face as the gentle hand of a lover. I turn this way then that, rising towards the welcoming sun. I see an eagle in flight and get close so I can ask his advice on which way I should go. I watch his majestic wings lift him up, then he looks at me and with a haunting screech he dives away as if to say follow me. I turn my kite downwards chasing his wake. I sail over waters and valleys then we both hit a current of air and shoot back up towards the sun. With a wave of his wing he bids me good day. He then goes his way and I go mine. Into the changing blue sky that becomes steel grey,I am lifted high over the land. All things seem small and my problems seem petty, if only for a few moments I know what it is like to be free. As I finally see my friends waiting down below so small, I  know that is where I must go. So I turn my kite downwards and leave the sky that sets me free. For is you ask what I would prefer, then gliding is where I would rather be.