I used to dream about being an astronaut. All my thoughts were about the space, the sky… Thinking about the sky makes me feel so high…
My desire to fly is an idea handed down to me by the old, library-scented books I had dug and read when I was a kid. Ironically, I became a “language person” for I am not a data geek. I am not good with numbers, either.
Flying. This is the closest thing to my childhood dream. I have been on many different forms of transportation, different planes- but all my life, I’ve never been able to get enough airplanes. Why, is there anything more beautiful than an intrepid bird-like vessel, flying across in front of a beautiful sunset? You must rise above the Earth- mingle with the clouds, get closer to the horizon, to the top of the atmosphere- for only thus you fully understand the world in which you live.

Double checking
I love the look of planes and the idea of how a plane flies. The more I learn about it the better I feel. Based on what I’ve read, there are all these other dimensional planes and spaces, mathematically proven. But Math? So sad, I have to go cross eyed to see numbers…

Parachute is cute 🙂
Minds, like parachutes, only work when open. So so let’s work it out!

On my post
“When once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.” — L. da Vinci

Savoring the view from above
“Unlike the boundaries of the sea by the shorelines, the “ocean of air” laps at the border of every state, city, town and home throughout the world.” — Welch Pogue

Into the blue sky
G- FLIGHT
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of rope
A few feet from “The Road”.
I whip the Schweitzer ’round so fast
Exceeds the max’mum load.
I’ve slipped, I’ve stalled, I’ve spiral dived,
Spun past the sixth full turn.
“You can’t do that!” the new ones say,
They’ve got a lot to learn.
I find a thermal, turn in it
To try and gain some height.
But I must beat the towplane down
Or this is my last flight!
On 2-3 fly a crooked base
Then crank the plane around.
Or 2-9: pass the hangars then I dive straight for the ground!
But the best is 3-6 final when I know I should be higher,
Put out my hand and touch The passing telephone wire!
That’sah cool!
Oh, I didn’t know you can fly. I hope you don’t get airsick because I do.
That’s incredible!! I’ll be thinking fo you when I fly home on Tuesday!
Do you want to be a pilot too? pilots should not wear dress when they fly, hihi!
This is amazing! Flying can really take your life to new levels.
suddenly reminds me of Mandy’s song- so what happened to Amelia Earhart, who holds the stars up in the sky? Lol!
This is an amazing blogspot!
I regard you, the blogger, as a savvy one.
Hey wazzup?! where on earth are u?
what? Is this your career now, flying?
I’ve changed my number.
I’m still in Module 5. Hopefully when I’m finished
you can teach me how to airo 🙂