half way home we filed for a flight in sunshine and flew in the crisp morning air. with mountain peaks above our horizon, we entered coordinates - direct home then the sky fell and the ground rose while we delighted in screens of data the clouds washed over us and we were refreshed and unafraid for a grand complexity contains our danger - a fusion of effort and imagination transports us safely in time. we are most alive when at the edge - and most appreciative when amazed.

on the birthday of a friend who loves to fly and whose imagination extended safety by developing a new avionics system..

1journey.net     feb 2006 elias