Flying

“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.”-Leonardo da Vinci


I've been a pilot since I was 19 and flying is probably my favorite activity. I find it amazingly challenging as well as relaxing as contradictory as that may sound.

Me and my Arrow

Here's a poem (not written by me) that expresses my feelings about flying quite nicely:

IMPRESSIONS OF A PILOT
by Gary Claud Stokor

Flight is freedom in its purest form,
To dance with the clouds which follow a storm;

To roll and glide, to wheel and spin,
To feel the joy that swells within;

To leave the earth with its troubles and fly,
And know the warmth of a clear spring sky;

Then back to earth at the end of a day,
Released from the tensions which melted away.

Should my end come while I am in flight,
Whether brightest day or darkest night;

Spare me your pity and shrug off the pain,
Secure in the knowledge that I'd do it again;

For each of us is created to die,
And within me I know,
I was born to fly.