Here's an exercise that I hope someone might pick up on and or find fun: You are a superhero in flight at any time of day or night. You may be cruising just over the city, flying high above the countryside, rushing as fast as you can to save the day, or anything like that, but you are flying. Describe the experience in a simple paragraph or more (optional). Caveat: you are not allowed to describe the sky directly. (Ex. Let's avoid "I streaked across the azure sky," and expressions like that.) I'll start, and hopefully it will catch on and people will write their own scenes. It doesn't have to be like this, hopefully someone can do better! lol I think I'm finally getting the hang of this flying thing. It's much harder than I thought it would be, especially the higher up I go. A strong current is pushing me to the right, and the cold air is biting at my face and eyes, but I manage to hold my general direction. In front of me, the first rays of sunlight are shining up through the clouds, giving off a warm shine and changing the colors around me to mark the new day in a beautiful transformation. Just as I gain a sense of ease and control, the current changes, throwing me to the left and sending me tumbling into the clouds. I tense up. It's moist and cold and everything is spinning. I can't make sense of direction. I stretch out my arms, trying to recover, then propel myself in the direction I think is up. With the wind howling in my ears I emerge just below the clouds and stop. So maybe I don't quite have it figured out, but even falling is exhilarating knowing I can stop long before I hit the ground.