"...I have slipped the surly bonds of earth...." he wrote, "and danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings"
My mind leaped as I read these words, Thoughts a-bursting from all the glorious things
That one must feel when one can fly. Soaring through the open sky, free, unbound, alone.
Beside the wind, as it's caught up in it's swirling dance. It dodges, twirls and roams.
"High up in the sunlit silence there" The words continue, and I cry.
The language of the flight, so beautiful, it pulls at my heart to fly.