May 24, 2014 by Allen George
There is that one moment when flying. That one moment. That singular moment when the wheels leave the ground.
There is nothing graceful in how we achieve it. It is a brutal act. We fling ourselves hard, hard down a strip of dirt burning every ounce of energy we have until the ground can no longer hold us and the air must take us. We are pushed back. Suddenly, a gasp, and we are airborne.