It seemed impossible, but it was happening. Glen was flying!
The geese had flown higher and higher, above the clouds, so he could now take in the glorious early morning sunlight — Glen guessed he was up about eight or nine-thousand feet. It was spectacular. He whooped and hollered with delight. The geese honked back at him. Glen thought he may have been projecting his own elation onto the geese, but it seemed like they were actually excited about their feat too. It was an achievement for both species!
But more than anything, Glen was filled with pure joy. He’d never felt more alive, at one with the immensity and power of the universe. He laughed aloud, over the sound of the the geese beating their powerful wings, louder than the rush of wind in his ears.
Then the 747 hit him.