Wild, unfettered freedom, utterly phantasmagoric flight. Back to the airport we dance, fly, dance synchronistically 'til it's time to land. The ground is veiled in darkness, the landing area murkily obscured in dusk fall, but I sense my speed screaming speed. We're back, returned to Earth, delivered from the Wild Dark Beyond. We've played with the jets and one another, we've been where no one else has been .
Passionate abandon meets persistent ambivalence .