The jolly wind blows fast upon my face,
It caresses my wings, makes me feel so spry.
The loving winds beckon with their calm embrace,
I close my eyes with a contented sigh.

My wings unfurl of their own accord,
The wind, I sense, has quickened its pace.
With a flap or two, I'm lifted off the ground
And carried up into the cloudy haze.

Higher and higher I soar into the sky,
The ascent feels effortless, steady and slow.
My gaze turns to the ground, rapidly slipping away,
Making all movement look so pointless below.

I feel so different, so revitalised,
I can still see the ground, yet I feel unperturbed.
My mind is calmer now that I realise
What once bothered me can't reach me anymore.

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Aeguary, in the year 1000 AF.