At some time or another, I think everyone has wondered what it would be like to fly…to soar above our world and look down upon the chaos below with detachment. Our natural senses are exhilarated and overwhelmed as we glide on the breeze, stretching out for our destination horizon.

The pure pursuit of freedom on the winds.

Perhaps an experience akin to Jonathan Livingston Seagull… and, as with Jonathan and the world in general, there would be avian politics to contend with, pressures of life perhaps no different from what we experience daily, and hardships that create life’s challenges.

But just to be able to soar, to get a taste of that purity…I like the thought.

Our natural senses exhilarated and overwhelmed…a bit like a good dose of the spirit of the holiday season.  Remove the commercialism, the rush of shopping, and the mass of people, and what remains is…