What a plan, to fly, to paraglide, to leave the land and soar like a bird.
What a plan, to travel along cliffs, to climb thermic air, to aim at the horizon and spy lesser birds far below.
What a plan, to land where chosen, to pack away, to smile ear to chimp ear and walk head held high.
What a plan, to give grace to others, others who have kissed a train, untwisted tight lines and still laugh at the spectacle.
What a plan, to look back, laugh at knocks, unpick decisions and live to fly another day.
What a plan, spite and bad feeling behold, may the flying go flying and ignite that paragliding feeling.
What a plan ...
Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 6:20 AM UTC
What a plan, to fly, to paraglide, to leave the land and soar like a bird.
What a plan, to travel along cliffs, to climb thermic air, to aim at the horizon and spy lesser birds far below.
What a plan, to land where chosen, to pack away, to smile ear to chimp ear and walk head held high.
What a plan, to give grace to others, others who have kissed a train, untwisted tight lines and still laugh at the spectacle.
What a plan, to look back, laugh at knocks, unpick decisions and live to fly another day.
What a plan, spite and bad feeling behold, may the flying go flying and ignite that paragliding feeling.
What a plan ...