As he soared high above the world, he was the epitome of magnificence. He spread his wings; let them carry him higher. Up here, the sun forever shone. Up here, life below had no effect on him. He was above the rain, he was above the storm, and he did not have to weather it. At this altitude of apathy there was nothing of the world below, only the fiery magnificence of the sun, the pure white cleanliness of the clouds and the never-ending blue all around.
He tucked in his wings and plummeted down, his smile broken only by the unforgiving asphalt.