Once you have been up there, encircling the clouds, sought for openings of blue sky, passages between hills and valleys of vapour, gently touching the white tissues with your wing, you will always long to go back.

To lift from the solid ground and motion towards those heights your gaze is returning to.

You long for the ever-changing landscape, to venture into an unknown no one has seen before you or will ever see after.

– The reasons I fly

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When something made your world spin an extra round, you can sit back and wait for the blur to disappear, or you can use the momentum to take off – in whatever direction it might lead you.

– The reasons I fly