I wish I could fly. Unaided by machine or mechanism, only carried by wind and perhaps a little magical power, I’d launch into the atmosphere. I’m not asking for much. 200-300 feet would be plenty high.

I would also grant the power to you. Together we would glide over the treetops as they tickled our feet from just below. We’d float over tiny islands covered in moss and grass.

The earth below would be our new museum, filled with pieces of tree, water and grass art. Bees, butterflies, eagles and cranes would become our new comrades of the air. A gang to which few belong and seldom consider a possibility.

So are you ready? Ready to explore from above? I am! Let’s go!