The road

 The wind whipped through her hair as she soared through the sky. She felt free and alive, like nothing could touch her. She was flying.

It had been a dream of hers since she was a little girl. She had always wanted to fly, to feel the wind on her face and the sun on her skin.

But it had never been possible. Until now.

She had been working on a project for months, and finally, it had paid off. She had created a device that allowed her to fly.

She had tested it out a few times, but this was the first time she had really taken it out for a spin. She was amazed at how easy it was to control and how fast she could go.

She flew higher and higher, until she was above the clouds. She felt like she was on top of the world.

She flew for hours, until the sun began to set and the sky turned a deep purple. She knew it was time to go home, but she didn't want to.

She wanted to keep flying, to keep feeling the freedom and the joy of being able to fly.

But she knew she had to go home eventually. So, with a heavy heart, she turned around and flew back to the ground.

But she knew that she would be back soon. After all, she had finally achieved her dream of flying.