I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a gray dawn breaking.
I believe I can fly! I believe I can touch the sky!
The surreal moment where I paraglided! You forget all your worries away at the sight of this beautiful nature. And the rush of cold wind gushing past you.
Bucketlist ✔️ -The Gallivanter-