Free flying feeling

I stepped out of the house to take a fresh breath. It was a windy and partly cloudy Sunday afternoon, with occasional sunshine that made one feel not so chilly. I looked up in the sky, suddenly saw a hawk soaring high up there. With its wings stretched wide, the hawk seemed to be sliding all the way across the blue-and-white sky, so gracefully and beautifully. I was amazed at the scene. Human will never taste how it feels when flying like a bird. Tools like airplanes and sliding parachute may be able to play a substitute role, yet that unbound feeling of flying freedom never belongs to human.