Leaning forward and standing strong to counter the wind’s mischief that is trying to push me back and have me fall, I stand majestically with arms outstretched like the wings of the mighty condor.

The crisp chilled stream of air rushes past my body, exiting behind me in a turbulent flurry of silken sleeves, jacket tails and angel hair.

I close my eyes. I feel light on my feet, giving me the sensation of being airborne, floating effortlessly on the breeze.

Exhilarating. Free. Unhindered.

I believe I was truly flying.