And that's The Joy It Means,

Remember when you dream, and you have the dream that you can fly?

I loved those dreams.

I was watching the Herring Gulls heading back to roost (where exactly do they go, they just seem to disappear on the horizon), and the wind was blowning North Westerly (Watch Out Airports). On every gust of wind, they were blowing back more feet than they were gaining. But they were relaxed and going with the flow. No squawking, no panic, just enjoying the ebb and flow of the slip stream.

When I had those dreams, I wanted to fly like that. I would run, and run and take off, and I ebbed and bobbed on the slipstream. But my slipstream didn't take me much higher than 8 feet off the ground, and more often than not, lower, and so I was always bumping on peoples heads; my legs would fall from horizontal, and I'd have to run again to take off once more.

I always woke from those dreams completely and utterly exhausted. I had actually lived every moment and every effort it had taken me to get off the ground. I wish I could have watched me sleeping - I imagine I must have been like a dog having a dream, limbs flying everywhere whilst I tried to keep on high.

I never have flying dreams any more. I wonder what that means? Do flying dreams, mean that you are in flight, trying to achieve... Have I achieved everything I need to?

Anyways, enough philosophising, I saw the seagulls and I thought, that is how I should have been flying in my dreams. High and confident and into the sun.