 
Why I love the sky
The sky is,
Above all,
True.
Serious and whimsical,
turbulent and calm,
stormy and clear,
fickle and honest.
Very much Sense and not Nonsense.
The sky is filled with grace and fury,
Wispy cirrus and mighty cumulonimbus,
Raging winds in spinning vortices,
placid waves of paper-thin ice.
Instability that builds hydrous mountains,
Fire, hail, snow, and ice,
blast of tempest and stormy winds.
Constantly in motion;
in and out (breathe),
up and down,
cyclone, anticyclone,
Whorls and ripples.
Ever-changing, never dying,
Who can predict it?
Humans last
Weeks without food,
Days without water,
Mere minutes without air.
Why I love the skyin Poetry and Writing
First Solo Flight
First Solo Flight
Sept 20, 2011
"Skyhawk 36DS turning left downwind, runway 15," I announced. I turned to my instructor, Chuck, in the right seat. "Full stop? touch and go?"
"Whatever you want," he replied. "You're the pilot."
I thought about it for a moment. Touch and goes were a cheaper way to get more landings in, so I preferred them. Touch and go, I decided.
I looked to the runway, and it was already past time for us to descend. Uh oh, I'm behind the plane, I thought. Not good. I was still trying to re-orient my brain from having practiced emergency landings, picking a field and descending towards it. Now what to do... still going First Solo Flightin Poetry and Writing, Sky
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