SUCH A PERFECT DAY
The joy of flying lies largely in the unexpected win. The low save pulled out of nowhere, the view you’ve never seen, the climb up the side of a cloud I had one such flight at the start of summer. A hot, low wind day with flat cumulus meant a wait on launch until a bird tempted me into the air. There I found a rowdy climb which took me straight up and out. Then an hour’s slow drifting, circling, climbing over the back, gently moving from cloud to cloud, flirting with the base of one, climbing through it at the edge into the sunlight. A slow day with time to admire the views of the rolling fields all around. A little too quiet as I progressed north, the clouds fading away…