A short drive through my mind

Have you ever driven through the countryside at night, with the windows rolled completely down and the chill breeze whipping against your face? This is one of my favorite customs, especially during the autumn when the air is cold and charged with the breath of winter. Something about the feel of the wind rushing in at me, carrying fresh scents and hushed words, makes my heart sing it's own original composition and my imagination dance along (maybe not the best thing while driving...) It always makes me wonder... how do birds feel when they fly?