No aeroplane for me! I enjoy the freedom of the air passing as I glide through the clouds drifting high above the waters made aquamarine by the reflection of light. What greater freedom than alone above the world’s worries?
Aghast, I acted on instinct after the initial shock of the earthward plummet. Pulling back on the stick and adjusting yaw, the pitch of the glider started to level the craft. The downward fall had allowed me enough speed to regain height.
The ground now much too close and my landing field too distant, sweat beaded my brow.