Airborne

I often think it’s a real shame that what goes up must go down.

sometimes I wish I could just keep on floating.

But I can’t… F**king gravity…

High Flyers

We were so high up that the thrust of the wind was whipping past our faces. We could see everything. The world was clear and divided into a neat green and brown chess board. We moved and the pieces moved with us as if by osmosis. We could have finished the journey and made it a checkmate, but we had to be back, on earth, and the only other move we were able to make, was to force our feet to the ground.