flying

last night I flew in a dream,
along the beach.
I was jogging in the sand and it just happened,
again. Someone once told me that flying like that indicates some sort of astral traveling. It's probably the most beautiful feeling I can imagine. I don't like anything more--maybe not even coming. Seriously--or maybe not seriously.
Coming is pretty nice.
But this flying thing always starts with running, and it always leaves me wanting so badly to run. I didn't get the chance to yesterday, so maybe that's the cause. Or maybe it's just that I am feeling absolutely wonderful about everything in my life right now.