Get out there do it

Close your eye see the green grassy hill. . The sun is shining. Run, Run, Run, up the hill to the top. Spin staring in to the blue sky.

The flight is free

Take a look down

The warmth is simmering threw the body. The want the desire of . . . .

well nothing can come to my mind.

Must keep flying. . . .

 

Chasing a light?

You may be missing a few colors, if my experience applies.