The Art Of VisionIf you want to fly, fly. If you want to sing, sing. Don't put off another moment doing that which you've always dreamed of. Sitting at my desk after a glorious day walking the meandering hills of Dorset in the UK, where I'd watched several paragliders soaring above me in seemingly effortless fashion. I was walking near a Neolithic site and a nearby Bronze age fort, with spectacular views all around, a cloudless sky - pretty unusual for England in November - and several people were flying remote control gliders, with obvious enjoyment, as families, and dog walkers enjoyed the fabulous weather. Sheep and cattle were grazing - it was like a summers day albeit a chill in the air. Stopping to talk with a man who was working on some kind of propeller 'machine'. an engine he would somehow to attach to his paraglider - he was a big man, and I wondered how anything could lift him into the air - he pointed out where the paragliders flew from. When we spoke the air was too still, there were no thermals for any flight. No visible paragliders.
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