On the numbers

Setting ‘it’ down on the numbers. That’s what the pilots like to call it.
I love to fly, oh, how I love to fly!
I have always dreamed of flying, ever since I was a small child.
Is it the bird spirit that lives within me?
Have you not dreamed of flying? With your arms stretched,
you soar over the fields and trees?
Yes I love to fly planes.
The power, the flaps, the runway spreading out in front of you.
Like a lotus flower, the runway spreads itself in front of you.
Full power with flaps, flaps create drag, but it also creates lift.
The feel of the air flow over your skin, to tickle the air speed.
Ground speed and air speed most always differ.
Having communication with ground control, or just flight service,
Charley, foxtrot, whiskey. The feel of rotation.
The camber of your wings, the climb from the runway.
Into the sun, away from the bonds that holds us down, setting you free!
Altitude, and air temperature, fly within the envelope.
Altimeter, set it well, will not want the ocean to swallow me.
When it is time to come back down, there will be the flower to spread before you.
Flying is very hard on this earth. I don’t do it very often any more.
I ride my bike alot.
On the radio today, a politician was trying to tell me, that everything I (we) do
Affects our environment. I did not need for him to tell me this; I have known this since I was a child.
Have you not known this also?
Dee