I have a dream that is yet to be fulfilled. To float above the patchwork landscape in a hot air balloon. I've been told that when you reach altitude and you are in the currents, the burner is shut down and you move uninhibited becoming one with the wind. You can hear conversations 400 feet below you on the ground and it is a vantage point like no other. When man first sailed aloft and he saw the earth for the first time, from the same perspective as a soaring eagle on the thermals, he must have felt as though he entered God's realm...closer than ever before. The glow of the balloon that night against the stars left the children wide eyed and dreaming of flight. I was a child that night.