From Through the air

At Terminal Velocity

I struggled to fight back tears as I stared out the window of the small plane. The ground moved ever further away and I took deep breath after deep breath trying to rid myself of what I perceived to be negative feelings. There was no room for them in what I was about to do. Despite the tears, it wasn’t sadness, it was something else entirely. The instructor whose rear-end I straddled on the bench in front of me turned and asked how I was doing. I couldn’t remember her name. At that point, I couldn’t remember my own name.

Taking Over the Skies

“You see how the nose dropped when we started this 45 degree turn?” the flight instructor asked. Oh I definitely did. I saw how the nose dropped alright, and I felt the queasiness in my…