Today I'm dreaming of hang gliding. Actually, flying would be sweet, but since that's not really feasible, I'd settle for hang gliding. Birds, although dumb, are cool because they get to fly. The chilly wind blowing through your hair and across your face, so revitalizing, so invigorating. The feeling of lightness within your limbs. Such powerful travel, yet so effortless, carried along by the wind. I think skiing is the closest sensation I've experienced to hang gliding. Loooonging for more in life.