If we can't physically fly like some are now with paragliders, their own rocket propelled bodies or other device like gliders or just jumping out of a plane to momentarily reach escape velocity may give the impression of flying, we can write a story or poem about it. I can feel the chill, high-altitude air, the wind whistling past my ears, and the pull of an updraft lifting me higher.

Looking out my window here in suburbia, I often see a pair of buzzards floating in the thermals above my place. Wondering if there is enough cat and dog kill, bird kill, on the streets to support them. Perhaps it is just loved ones shot and left in the backyard to rot. ;-)

Ron