“Let’s ride ten miles up,
Just inside the stratosphere,
More sky, more blue jets,
Stream by, you’re gonna love it here.” * Continue reading
“Let’s ride ten miles up,
Just inside the stratosphere,
More sky, more blue jets,
Stream by, you’re gonna love it here.” * Continue reading
Cross country flying is kind of like mountain climbing, but inverted – from vertical to horizontal – in its core the same adventure across space, that challenge of the place beyond drawing you further, higher, deeper, to the outer limits of what you know and what you can, that place beyond challenging you to focus all your powers and perform, to conquer space and come back down a better man, improved, inspired, having completed something beautiful, yet completely useless. Continue reading
Sometimes I want to be a child again. That first me – mostly instinct, there to play and play, full of life and promise and that feeling it will never end, of immortality in hand, his little hand that’s not my hand, but I remember.
If not a child today, then we can try another way Continue reading