In the summer your palms and the bottoms of your feet feel a surge of coolness, while in the winter it is a surge of warmness.   I look to the sky above me before I take off.   The feeling never gets old.  The world from above is so very peaceful.  I then fly over the river.  It is a beautiful peace to follow the winding river.   But that peace is overtaken once I hit the ocean.  Endless infinite majestic blues make love to both my eyes.  I always like to fly right above the waters..   There is no limit to my speed.. I fly as fast as I want.  My next flight will soon be to the stars.