oldbastard 0 #1 October 21, 2005 Nice cool thick air. A suit that fits like a glove. A couple pals. Pure flight. Thoughtless transitions. Effortless carving. Fluid docks. Complete control - without thinking about it - just flying. Two - thirty in the morning - missing the sky. Pushing against the air. It pushes back. I slip to the side. Push again - I slide further. Push legs back - I move forward. Swing legs forward - I go back. I stall... slow fallrate.... legs together.... faster.... Follow my head back to a sit.... to a stand... ahhh... have to pull. Canopy opens.... quiet again... just me.... laughing... sun dipping down.... on top of the world.... nothing below me matters.... I pull hard... harder.... I let up.... fly the contours... pull easily down and pop them just a bit... gingerly step upon the earth. Canopy sways to the ground.... still laughing! Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
