Fly away

A very good afternoon cher ami, and much delayed everything from this side of the tundra.
Today has been hectic to the point of exhaustion and I've only just entered my abode to be greeted by a well meaning draught and a cat who rather likes to believe he's on the verge of starvation even though he has been stuffing his fangs since midnight.

I'd been meaning to write about my dream since morning but what with being entangled in one activity after another like a dyslexic puppet caught in threads of its own making I've had not the time to as much as stare at my screen.

This is one of my favourite dreams and occurs almost once a month, a dream most lucid in which I'm flying.
It's always the same premise, I have this glider of sorts, most reliable if I may say so, and all I have to do is jump out a window or a mountain and pull at a string of sorts to unravel a contraption that enables me to fly or float depending on my mood and I've only to twist myself slightly in whatever direction I need to be to manoeuver my glider.
And here's the beauty of it that I do not hesitate not for a batting eyelid before jumping off a 40 storey building or a cliff.
It's unbelievably exhilarating, intensely vivifying..words fail me.
Imagine the absolute freedom and assurance that comes from a dauntless leap from a place high up in the air, with the audacious almost half-witted conviction of never dying, and I don't.
Easy as butter do I get wings and suddenly there's wind on my face, an impulsive even rash sense of being alone in the sky with not the slightest worry, letting myself go where'er I please.
So beautifully real almost unreal, which it is, but that moment there isn't a worry, nor a care of this world.
I was sitting on a ledge and randomly felt like letting go and there I was, letting gravity suck me only momentarily for in an instance I began floating.
Ah, that dream..that lovely dream.