Saw some birds flying in the strong wind today. It seemed like they were having a great time, riding waves of wind. It was like they were out surfing. Swinging, looping, riding the perfect wave.
Or so it seemed!
Everyone at some point has thought how would it be, how great would it be...if we could fly like birds. Free and high...soaring in the sky. But, as I watched those birds I thought about the perils of flying.
Imagine the fatality from gusty-stormy winds as they sway birds in their strong current. Imagine the fight to fly against wind, imagine the loss of direction, the dis-orientation if you had to fly against the wind. I get lost in ordinary conditions, imagine constantly shaking, moving, changing roads, lanes and exits.
Of course, you can't always ride the waves, you can't always use wind to your advantage, what if you were headed the other way? That'd be a rather hard day. Hard and harsh and almost unsafe.
Imagine a walk in the wind, against the wind with no protection in form of a warm car or other transportation and now imagine having to fly. Not so fun now.
So, as much as I think flying would be rad...constantly having to fly to get anywhere and having to fly in all conditions...seems like a lot of work. Surfing on air would be awesome but fighting hurricane winds...to get home...not so much.
