Do you remember flying through the air with the greatest of ease? Having the ability to fly for a couple of hours and not skip a beat? Do you remember being all:
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds – and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of – wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
I’ve topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew –
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
Pilot Officer Gillespie Magee
No 412 squadron, RCAF
Killed 11 December 1941
when flying? I do. In my head. My body, on the other hand, doesn’t seem quite as interested. I know it’s a long road back, but I also know that I’m one impatient sucker.
And I hurt. I’m so sore. It’s ridiculous. But it’s the best pain ever. By the end of summer, I’ll be back in the groove. I’ll be stretchy. I’ll be bendy. I’ll be gorgeous. Oh wait, already got that one down. 😀