(There have been a few rainy days recently.  Been in or near water really helps spark my creative thought.  I let Pink Floyd guide my words today.  Day 134…)

A soul in tension that’s learning to fly.  Condition grounded, but determined to try…

Falling hurts.
It’s tough to navigate unknown terrain that changes daily.
How high is too high?
How low is so low that my belly scrapes the ground
I wonder if new angels had this problem
Birds are born with wings, too
But even they hop along until they’re strong enough to carry themselves

Falling really hurts
Trying again when you are more hurt with each failure is real determination
I don’t wait for ideal conditions
Sunny days and light breezes
True aviators fly better in storms
They welcome turbulence and obstacles to test themselves against the elements

I get better at soaring
One flap at a time
The ground will be a place I visit
Not one I depend on for travel