To fly ..

Along with this comes excerpt from a poem that calls to me :

Up, up the long, delirious burning blue I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace Where never lark, or ever eagle flew – And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

~from "High Flight" by John Gillespie Magee Jr.