I spent part of last Saturday watching two ravens flying in crazy circles, dipping and diving, looping and swooping. And it was all I could do to keep from trying to flap my arms and join them. Sadly, despite the amount of lift I can now get from the loose skin that flaps on my upper arms, I still couldn’t quite take flight.
So I have now renewed my determination to sky jump at least once in my lifetime so I can feel what flying must be like.