What is it about flight that we find so appealing in poems, stories and visual art? Perhaps it's the wings that do it for me. These amazing appendages, which are structurally alike to the human hand, are fascinating, especially outstretched. I always feel that if a turkey could fly it would gain a certain majesty; even a vulture, which can seem so crouched, gains grace when it's circling.
Once, several years ago, I had a flying dream. There's quite a lot written about this type of dream, and for me the experience was extraordinary. It was unlike anything I'd ever dreamed before -- so vivid and free. Quite a transformation. I felt, as I dreamed, that I had all the answers, that life was simply easy, that the I'd somehow transcended. I was flying over the sea and could taste the salt air.