The first second in the sky promised something special. Cool crisp air and lift which roused manhood, carried almost instantaneously to a state of full awareness of all she had to give.
Circling back over the Mt., feet just left seconds before, viewed comrades from over head, wondered, would they feel this intimate embrace, that just slapped the face, with anticipation of another place, and circled hungrily into her spreading folds of white building clouds and blue colored space.
With strength lifted wings on high, caressed, tantalized, kissed. She called with might, promised a wondrous exceptional flight, if only frightful fear, which separates spirits in the night, could be lost in this most beautiful day.
Dancing, touching, feeling her out, climbed high with laughter, in and out. Gave no heed, fears cramping call, took her hand and gave her all.
Her blissful presence soothed nerves, that stroked and fondled her curves, and lead home to a place of ground, made green and flowering by her soothing rain, that cleanses sorrow, vanishes pain.
The remarkable experience of this wondrous day, left worries behind, left troubles at bay. Joy found in freedom of skies loved and known, may gladden the hearts and lighten the load, those still found in fear, I's lonely place, and one day know, this most enlightening embrace.
1 comment:
OK, but where did you go? :)
Great pics Scot. I was tempted to join you guys but it would have meant possibly dragging a big gaggle of PG pilots up St. Helena with me, which didn't seem like the best idea for the day.
Looking forward to flying with you off SH this spring!
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