Tonight I think we should fly.  When is the last time you took flight in your dreams?  I think we should transform into winged creatures of some type, falcon, eagle, hawk, or finch.  You can choose.  Once adorned with feather and beak we can glide on the rising air free from gravity’s hold, if just for a short time. We will fly over farm and lake and mountain.  Spring’s bright greens, pinks, and yellows will be more intense than our human eyes can behold and we will stop many times to perch on rooftop and limb to enjoy God’s palette.  For fun we will swoop and down and borrow a cow’s back just to say hello before climbing high once again. When we recognize that our time above has been long enough, we will fly home, circling our homes before coming to roost, becoming human again. We will spend the rest of our evening laying side by side talking of our time of feathered flight before closing our eyes and drifting to other dreamy worlds.