I strecth my muscles, loosing then for the act i am about to perform.

I gaze at the open feild before me, my runway.

I take my starting stance, my leg muscles tense, prepared for the running sprint needed to left my small body away from the ground.

I hold my wings tight to my body so as i do not take off to early.

I sprint forward, throwing my small wing out to its full span, cacthing an updraft and pumps my wings hard to take off.

I angle myself upward my head in peace, reeling from the adrnileane and and rush of taking off and pump my wings harder.

I level off and cacth the tip of my wing on and air current and glide softly.

I tilt out and pump my wings so i stay aloft.

I spot a clearing a head of me.

I pull my  wings in close and angle my self downward, throwing my self into a steep dive.

I throw my wings out holding the muscles tight as they are pulled back and i come to a safe and soft landing.

I breathe heavily, my heart racing.

I am at peace.

I am at home.

I am free.