Answer:
I am lighter than the material I am made of. You see parts of me but more of me is hidden underneath.
I am a shimmering field that reaches far. Yet I have no tracks and am crossed without paths.
I have a face but no eyes hands but no arms.
I rise and fall no matter what, only at finals rest do I not budge. What am I?
I belong to you but others use me more often than you do
Why is the letter B always cool?