Answer:
I am a path between high natural masses; remove the first letter to get a path between man-made masses.
I'm many people's favorite place even though many don't remember their stay. You'll love to come but hate to leave if you get cold use my sleeves.
I am there when you sit, but gone when you stand. What am I?
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
I can be cracked made told and played.
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk