Flight

When I was a kid on the farm I used to love going to the upper field in the fall when the geese were migrating.  Hundreds would congregate in that field some days.  I'd crawl on my belly to get as close to them as possible and just lie there as they came and went - flying about and honking so loud I can still hear it today.  I was totally mesmerized by the magical beauty of their bodies flying through the air.  Dreaming of the wonders of flight and how special it would be to actually fly someplace - anyplace - that was not my family farm.  Today, all I wish is that I could fly back to that farm and never leave.