Where Falcons Roam

I originally intended to post to this far more often than I have been. So we'll cover just some recent history. I've been flying for the past few days, every day. Today I remembered exactly what I love about my job when I saw a girl in the back was hanging one foot and one arm out in the wind, smiling at the nothing for some couple thousand feet below. I love flying doors open with my feet dangling in the air or my upper torso out the window. There was a time when it would have scared me to death. Now it is the best part of my work day. I hope that i can always find the means to spend time in the sky. Freedom can only be found in the wind.