The silence of the clouds, to be suspended only by air.
The noise of the city, increasing and decreasing as we float above it.
The sweet cries of children playing in a schoolyard.
The gentle wind, the landscape that changes at every moment.
A highway that we fly over at close range, greetings received.
The landing which wasn’t smooth. An unforgettable experience.
Honored with the opportunity of this essay in the service of Orban Wallace & Cosmo Sheldrake.
