Somewhere in the rising warm air topped by fair-weather cumulus clouds a lone Bald Eagle is soaring. I know he’s up there, saw him recently, but when I glanced away for a short while to get my lunch I lost track.
Soon I will be soaring with him, I’m next on the launch grid at the gliderport. As soon as a two-plane is refueled I will be on my way.
Presently I’m gently climbing in the same thermal, rising warm air, as the eagle was, passing through 3,000 feet. Another sailplane is about 500 feet below, and one about 1,000 above me.
Life is good.
Each week Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields supplies a photo to get our writing juices flowing. This week her photo of clouds was the chosen one.
The photo of the sailplane on on the ground is mine.