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Just flying.
With paraglider, on glider or on the Airbus.
Safer in the latter.
Sitting right by the porthole.
Pressing the cold forehead to it.
Observing the takeoff.
Watching the city beneath rapidly shrinks.
Admiring.
Here and now I fly.
The Clouds Ocean is below.
There's the expanse of blue skies and the golden sun above the plane.
Stewards push a tray of drinks and offer them to everyone.
They wear artificial smiles and pour champagne into my plastic cup.
This is the best drink at an altitude of 10,000 meters above sea level.
I drink this unique gift of the vineyards in small sips,
my muscles get softer and softer,
and I plunge into trance.
And I keep flying, I often do it in my sleep.
This is amazing.
It is worth living for.
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© Copyright: Valentin Luchenko, 2021
The Gift of Flying
© Copyright: Валео Лученко, 2021
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