Flight of Fantasy

by Diane Challenor

Close your eyes. Let your imagination soar. What do you see?

It's twilight and we're flying over the Hawkesbury River just like Peter Pan gliding like a gull through the evening sky, just for the beauty of it.

The air is balmy and still.

The evening light is reflected as lavender within the indigo ripples of the water.

We're enveloped in the hues of misty blue.

The sky, the river, the gums and the steep sandstone cliffs gently melt into one.

We're happy.