Ruffling my feathers

I can fly.

It had been a few months and the doubts had started to creep in 

but after a few minutes in the air.....

I felt at home.

I felt the wing moving, being pulled by the thermals,

saw the view opening up as I climbed out......

to the sea and skyscrapers of the Gold Coast

and the paddocks and hills around Canungra.

I was in a competition.

I wasn't so competitive.

I know that I will be again sometime

when this phase of life moves into another

and the time and place is right.

I can still fly

its a good feeling.

Thank you Arthur and Jason for looking after the small people so well 

and allowing me to have that time for myself.

My fan club

At the top of the stack for a moment.

Skye distracting the launch director.