Today was the first time I’ve had a dream where I was flying.
First time.
Ever.
or maybe it was the first time that I remembered the flying dream

never the less, while flying I was feeling so-ooo free, with no pressure, effortless.
And also as if it’s a usual thing to do.
like walking, talking, breathing.

Free.

And the surrounding picture, scenery in my dream was so quite, serene. Like an early morning misty air in the meadows mixed with open space of seaside and cliffs, with the quietness of pre-dawn hours.