View the Serenity.

I agreed with the setting, I was cool with the topic, all I needed was things to fly our direction. Really fly. Not this half-witted attempt to kick off of the ground. I wanted to soar with you, watch the air flick past the feathers as we rose upwards to meet the clouds. Have the sunbeams kiss our eyes.

What a dream, hey? Something that seems unattainable yet so beautiful. Such things dreams are made of.