Homewards he begins his journey, to the realm of the clouds. There he wishes to wander free with his mighty comrades and to dance wild in the golden brilliance of the aging day-bringer. Like a majestic and proud bird of prey he soars high above all angst he ever knew. A firm pull he feels… and a realization that a part of him is already home. He forsees a divine bath in the great golden glow, where rays swirl around him in a splendid dance and diffuse with the drops of bliss rolling down his cheeks!
Story Of The Footloose 