Taken by the blue of the sky. He stood at the cliff edge. Looking out. Looking above. Feeling the wind wash over him. The air felt charged. Electric.
His ears had a faint buzzing in them. Barely audible over the sounds of nature. He focused on the sounds around him. The rapid drumming of a woodpecker. The joyous song of a flock of finches. The rustling of the trees. All of it added to the experience.
He stepped closer to the edge of the cliff. A few rocks escaped their place and tumbled over edge. He breathed deeply. The moment had come.
He leaped. Launching his body far from the cliff. Briefly he thought it might not work. Only seconds passed when the wind hit the sails and he soared.
Laughing in delight, he tried maneuvering the apparatus. Leaning left, then right. Turning himself. All the while gently gliding toward the ground.
What a feeling! To soar like a bird!
Landing with a bit of uncoordinated movement. He looked up at the cliff he had stood on moments before. Face split in a wide grin, he took off the wings. Folded them into his backpack, and set out for the hike back to his car. Enjoying every moment that passed along the way.