High wire

The Mister is the Aerospace Engineer. He understands all the logistics of flight – lift coefficient, ground speed, flight ceiling.

All I know is I’m inside a 27,000 ton hunk of plexiglass and metal that is hurling down an asphalt runway, and is supposed to lift off the ground, into the sky, and stay in the sky cruising at 500 mile per hour.

And! I’m supposed to take it on faith – since trying to explain the science would be useless – that this racing, hurling, soaring hunk of metal will stay in the air because the wizards guys behind the curtain say so.

I’m not afraid to fly. There is no white-knuckle, hyperventilating, Dramamine-induced drugged state of panic. It’s more a suspension of doubt.

My mantra becomes, “we’re flying through the air with the greatest of ease.”

I’m still looking for the wires.

Author: Tara R.

I believe all good fiction includes an element of truth, and all good photography includes an element of fantasy. In this journal I hope to give voice to the stories swirling around in my head, and to capture the images I see through my camera’s lens.

3 thoughts

  1. Hehe, I love that mantra. On our recent trip to California I was prepared with Ativan, however, after looking at the happy baby sitting beside me yelling, “Alright! Yes!” as we took off, well, that was all the drugging I needed. Safe travels!

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