Loft is a factor of air density and wing shape, velocity is a product of forward thrust and the sheer joy of flight, altitude is determined by the shape of the ground below. Persistence is essential in the history of flight, just old bicycle parts and bias-stretched fabric over light ash was all it took.
We can hold hands in a circle and feel the same release, first the loss, then the return of gravity’s gift, the treasure of nonchalance, the capture, and then the release of wild creatures
We are addressing nature’s toll on those remaining on the ground. We all want to cry out when the airliner finally drags its impossible weight into the air, although most do not, it’s embarrassing to be that connected to oblivion
There may be ways to fly with smaller wings, little wings that still let us see the ground, let us count the dust devils and the spiders webs in the back of the shop.
Let us reach across the gulf without fear or intervention, just a little wing to hold our nose against a flower or to put the night chill inside a sweater of our own choosing.
Just a simple rise above the treetops at the last minute, before the last obstacle, before the empty sky
before the last obstacle, before the empty sky