Winged Girl

I breathed in deeply, taking in the crisp fall air. I dipped my left wing, and turned towards the cliff top. I pumped my wings faster, increasing my speed, and loving every second of it. I laughed out in joy. There was nothing better than soaring through the sky. Or than running your hand on a cloud, and cutting it in half.
I landed gently on the top of the cliff. I turned around and looked down. The valley stretched as far as the eye could see. The sun was sinking down, and the sky was a mixture of pinks, reds, oranges, and yellows. The shadows of the trees were long, and dark. I shifted my black wings, and jumped.
I let myself fall for a while, listening to the wind sing in my ears. Then I opened my wings, and soared up. I went higher and higher, wishing I could touch the sky that I loved so much. The sun sank lower, and the sky was turning purple and blue. The moon was creeping out, and the stars were starting to apear.
I smiled, and flew on.