There are moments in life when we all stop and think, just how lucky we are for all of the things, that we have had the chance of experiencing, that we will have the choice to achieve. I went riding the sky, on last Sunday on high, in a helicopter I did pretend I could fly. Once returning to Earth, I then penned this haiku, telling of how it felt, to some people like you.
Blades are slicing through,
Cotton wool condensation,
Underneath I sit.
(Photo – Eli Woodbine, Toronto, 2016)