Flying Over the Country
Flying over the countryside
Soaring effortlessly over the green hills and silver waters Read more »
On Monday morning, I was walking to the bus stop like any ordinary Monday morning, but the strangeness started quickly. When I got to the bus stop I saw a man. The man asked me how far I was going on the bus. I said, "I was going up-" "going up? OK!" said the man. The man gave a wave of his finger and pointed it at me. All of a sudden, sparks came out of his finger and I started floating like a bolloon filed with helium.
I went up so high, I was in the clouds. I realized I only could so high, but I was able to glide across the sky. My first destination was London, so I could watch my favorite event in the olympics, the skeet shooting. For the girls skeet shooting some one got nearly perfect with 99/100. After I finished watching all of my favorite events, I moved on to a new place.
Next, I went to Rome to see some gladiator fights and ancient architecture. There weren't any real living gladiators, they were just ghost so they wouldn't die. The architecture was cool because it was a different style of art that I had never seen before now. Read more »
Fly with me.
Fly with me to the stars.
Fly with me so we can love unconditionally.
Fly away with me to a paradise that is not stained with the blood of someone else's tragedy.
Fly with me so we can live freely with people who are different.
Fly with me so you and I can be together.
Fly with me so I will never lose you.
So you will never lose me.
Let's fly away.
Just fly away with me.
I am flying over the mountains and it feels so good. with the wind in my face and birds flying right beside me. it makes me feel like i don't have to listen to anybody and i don't have to listen to people calling me names, and people being mean to me. it also makes me feel free. with the wind in my face and the birds eye view of everything. I think that nobody can call me names or anything like that anymore. I think that i don't have to listen to negative things that people have to say about me. and i will go as far as i can to get away from those people who have negative things to say about me. that's what i think and feel if i could fly
soaring over land,
past mountains rivers houses,
flying past birds clouds
i see clouds floating,
big small short tall they all are,
made of rain and dew
gliding down mountains,
faster then wind blowing straight,
over sand dunes rocks land
I had always wondered how the birds stayed up there, with their hollow
bones and their fancy feathers. How come they got to fly, and we, the
superior humans, did not? If I were up on the air, I would have the wind
flowing through my short cropped hair, like the water at the pool, the
clouds dampening my skin like the mist in the ground. Gliding peacefully
around China, Japan, Hawaii, Canada and more, I could see the sights,
follow the geese going south for the winter; it is almost fall where I
live. Gliding like a hawk, fluttering like a hummingbird, cawing and
crowing like a shiny black crow. Oh, how I would like to do that, I
thought earlier. But now, all that has come true.
I am flying. High. Nobody can see me, but I can see everyone else. I start in the country flying over the mountains, hills and long curvy roads. This is somthing I could never dream of doing this but now i am. I see little houses, little people. I feel like a huge giant invating Vermont. As i sore into Burlington and see all the detail on the very old buildings. I wish this was real life.
As the wind gently brushed my hair behind my shoulders, I felt entirely at ease. My body was elevated far beyond the ground. Though I would normally have felt terrified, I felt a sense of serenity that I had never known. Gliding through the air was a feeling beyond any I had ever known. My body felt weightless. Laying parallel to the ground below, I felt no pressure, ache, or sting anywhere. I was painless and carefree. To make everything so much more blissful, the Vermont view was breathtaking.
When I began my journey, my body swept over Lake Champlain. The sun shone directly behind me and I watched as my shadow danced across the surface of the dark blue, clear lake water, following my every move. Just a second later, I was soaring above Burlington, passing Church St. and the crowded streets full of tourists, locals, and college students. Normally, this traffic would have felt so dense and congested, but flying high above it made everything seem to slow down. Within minutes, I was above Montpelier. I gaped in amazed as the capitol dome sparkled in the sunlight, throwing rays of light in every direction. From the ground, the capitol was appealing, but from the sky it was stunning. I lingered for a moment to take it in, and then transitioned on. Read more »
Flying: The Dream
Sometimes I have this dream where I fly. I don’t fly like a bird, or a flying fish but more so like superman. In this dream I just run and jump the push my arms downward, and I’m flying. In this dream when I am flying I fell so free and light. This dream makes me wish I could always fly. The feeling of flying is always so short lived though. I always like to have this dream but feel so disappointed when I awake to the sound of my alarm clock. My alarm clock always is a grave reminder of the fact that I can not fly no matter how hard I try and that is disappointing. Sadly flying will always be a dream that, unless there I some miraculous scientific break through, I will have to leave to my imagination and the birds.
I close my eyes. I can see and feel everything as if I was flying. The sun is displaying its last rays on the Earth. There is a light breeze that hits my face and permeates through my body. My outstretched fingers tremble at the soothing sensation. I see a willow tree in the distance with its branches billowing in the wind. It stands in solitude in a vast valley. The breeze that once was soothing now gives me a chill. I stop. Why am I here? How did I get here? I am lost. I feel as vulnerable as a rabbit in the face of a wolf. The sky is completely dark now. I can’t even see my own hands when I bring them in front of my eyes. I am stuck in dark confusion. When I open my eyes, I find that I am not actually flying. I take a deep breath and relax as I realize that I was only suspended in my own imagination.
I’m not sure where I’m going, or even where this sky will take me, but I’m here for the experience. It’s an open, never ending journey, flying through this blue sky. The days perfect, a few clouds overcast, but I simply glide through them, admiring the view below me. Every inch is different. It’s mid-October, and in some places all you can see is the orange, yellow, and red of the trees. It’s beautiful, like nothing you have ever seen. It’s so empty and private being way up here. It’s silent, no sounds at all, and you can hear every single thought you think loud and clear. The sky makes you respect the world to a whole new level, for once you can see just how wonderful the countryside is from a different perspective. This experience gives me confidence, it makes me believe that this world is not all bad. When I look below me, I see hope. The slight breeze blows off a few leaves left on a newly naked oak tree, and below that appears an old couple sitting on a bench. My time is almost over, but I make the best of the few minutes I have left. I think about all the lessons I’ve learned from distancing myself from the population of this world. I’m ready to return to my beautiful small town, and appreciate everything life throws at me.
As if it was magic I found myself flying through the air above the valleys
surrounding my house. I don’t feel as if it is real, because it
shouldn’t be. Someone should be sharing this with me so I at least know
that it is. But I cannot pass up such a great feeling... I am
weightless, now I know how Neil Armstrong felt. Except my experience is
better because I can taste the moisture, smell the wonderful autumn air,
and feel the wind in my hair. Suddenly I stop, I am not sure why but
I’m not dwelling on it, I’m enjoying the scenery above my house, I can
see the little maple tree that I’ve grown up with, it just looks like a
small flower now. I’m as high up as an airplane, the car in my driveway
looks like a matchbox and the trampoline like a saucer. This is amazing,
this is magical.
Gazing through the small window as large fields of corn fade away, I feel excited as I fly over the coutryside for the first time. Soaring along, mountains grow smaller as the plane glides effortlessly forward. A gleaming red barn sits on the ground many feet below. I lean my chair back trying to relax. I then put the seat into a dtraight poition once again. Staring out the window I see the airport runway as begin to land.
Far below I can see the ground, with windy dirt roads baking in the noon-day sun, like a snake basking on the rocks. The trees cast out-stretched shadows, like a dark place in a bright world while I glide high above in the sky. The clouds shade my view temporarily, and I dive through a misty cool wisp of vapor. I feel alive, and the feeling grand.
I was perched in my finally completed tree house. The ground seemed to fade and get farther away. I twirled my head , only to be jaw-dropped by an amazing sight. I was flying! A rush of bliss came over me at that moment. I silently soared over the vast countryside. I've never felt this miraculous before!" I exclaimed. I watched people harvesting delicious crops of corn and squash.
A surge of violent wind pushed me forward. A slight draft slanted me downward as my arms sliced the air like a knife. A thick cloud blinded me for a few seconds. I felt unstoppable as the molecules collided with me. Flying came as naturally as breathing in and out.
"Clonk! Ow, my head." I was next to my dresser. This was only a dream.
I step out the door on an autumn afternoon, and before I have a chance to think, I float. I feel weightless as I soar over the New Hampshire countryside. All I can see is the colorful blur of treetops, which look like the brush strokes in a water color painting. As I rise, I meander through the sky with the clouds like fleeting thoughts wandering through my mind. The white, moist puffs melt in my hand, reminding me of the cotton candy mounds at the fair. A breeze blows through the never ending sunset. The colors gleam like a diamond reflecting in sunlight. The only noise is the wind whistling; all is quite and serene.
I feel leaping heart-beating joy
As I fly through the brilliant blue sky
Dancing and twisting up and gliding
The beating in my chest is a feeling of pure ecstasy and happiness
I spiral up and down and hug the clouds
As my heart does another flip
I float over
The grassy plains
And watch birds soaring, singing melodic radiant songs
A bluebird drifts past me, the sky carried on its back
I am part of the sky
I see an open field and swoop down, landing softly
I let out a long, deep breath and inhale the wonderful smell of summer
I look back at the setting sun
And feel the stilness as the shimmering ball of light slips away behind
The wind blows my hair back and stings my eyes. I am flying through the air at 1000 ft, and I don’t know how or when I got here, but for some reason I don’t care. Looking down makes me dizzy, but once my head clears I see so many things. Vermont stretches out below me, green and brown and every other color imaginable. The hilly fields line up in orderly squares, much more geometric than they seem on the ground. It feels so strange to be looking down at the tops of the red and yellow and orange trees instead of looking up. The cars crawl along the winding roads like ants, and the network of highways, streets, and dirt roads breaks up the land into little pieces. I see the farms with the big red barns and the rows and rows of fences. Read more »
I lie under the broad maple tree in our backyard,
Grass tickling my bare arms and legs.
Crisp Autumn air filling my nostrils.
Leaves carelessly drifting down.
Gazing up at the clouds.
Thinking hard about nothing.
My eyelids begin to drift together.
I begin to effortlessly drift up.
Higher and higher, Read more »
Up here there are no breaks. It’s always another day, another destination, another storm ahead. Today the rain comes in cold, sharp bursts. Yet even on a clear day, the air is frigid, so I have learned to deal with the discomfort.
I wait for this tedious trip to be over. Yet, tomorrow we will be flying in the same dull sky as before. Then suddenly, I see a few of the pack dive down in excitement.
“Land! Everyone! Land ahead!”
Chirps and coos ripple through the air, as we descend to get a closer look.
Below me I see a herd of shining, colorful animals gliding across the land. They shoot off with speed and grace, their leg muscles tensing with each stride. How wonderful it must feel to have your feet pound against the land--to feel the grass and mud between your toes!
I look at my mangy wings. My legs and feet are dry and slight. They are meant for snatching prey, and nothing more.
The running animals below suddenly come to a big, yellow line. One of them passes the line before all the rest, creating an eruption of hoots and whistles. I am close to the action now. The animal that passed the line first is titled “Winner”. A shining gold plate is given to the Winner. It raises its arms in victory.
These animals receive a reward, just for running? I would give a thousand gold plates just for the chance to run! Read more »
I had always wanted to fly. Yeah, I was one of those kids who wanted to fly so badly they jumped off the table a couple times before it hit them that they truely couldn't fly. It was my dream to fly, and finally one day it came true. Read more »
Jake, Max, and I were going to Jay peak for my birthday and I was so excited! We were riding in a car and it rammed into a tree! Poof! I woke up. I looked at the calendar. It was one day away from my birthday and for the last week I was having nightmares. I got dressed and moved the cat called The Kitten-like Empress. She had gold fur, gold eyes, and a white/gold tail. Her fur was as soft as cotton balls. I went downstairs. It was my birthday! Max and Jake were there! How could I forget? Last night I was too tired I fell asleep on the couch and didn’t mark the day off on my calendar. It was my birthday!
We drove to Jay Peak. When we got there I was so excited I felt like I could swim across the Earth! The first ride I went on was the Tornado. I went in the glass dome and the door closed behind me. It said “5…4…3…2…1…0…Take off!” I went shooting at least 1,000 miles per hour! I must have gotten lighter from the ride--as light as air! I stayed up there watching people go up almost as high as me, swing on a rope, and fly into a pool. Once I noticed I could fly I flew five feet higher then did a dive from there. I went plummeting down into the warm water. I hid my head on the bottom. Hard. I lost my memory. All I could think of was my great experience of flying. It was so great, I did it again. The same thing happened! I drifted through the sky effortlessly. I could see people going into the Lazy River, going down the water slides, and getting food. It felt good. Read more »
All I can hear is nothing, all I can feel is nothing but, what I can see is everything. You would think that after I started to paraglide off Mount Everest that I would feel something. The adrenaline rush is too loud in my ears. The sounds of the world have faded to be replaced by sheer nothingness but he view of the mountains are amazing. I as in so much awe of what I was doing I didn't even realize that the ground was coming up fast. I shifted to a slow descending glide instead of a near dive. The mountains have have started peeling away to be replaced by the coast and I see the balloon that signal where I am going to land. Finally the adrenaline flows out of me and I spiral in. No one will ride the exact same currents but as I look up at the mountain I realise what I’ve accomplished.
I hold my breath for the sights in my view are breathtaking. The hills, the fields, and the trees make the world seem like a piece of art taken from a museum. The ocean waves rippling, birds flying, and my body soaring. As I soar through the open skies I see nothing but pure, blissful colors. For it is fall in Vermont and the trees are changing, leaves are falling, creating a blanket over the wet grass from the previous rainfall last night. It is beautiful.
I'm soaring through the sky and realizing, all of what I see is the place I call, "my home."
I smell salt
I reach out to touch it
My hand skims across the surface of the water
I swoop back up into the sky
The sweet smelling air rushes across my face
I dont know why Read more »