Tethered to the plane, my husband slowly rises into the beautiful blue sky, full of white downy clouds. He is filled with anticipation in reaching his ultimate goal of finding hidden lift under the cloud base. The lift is just waiting for him to use like the circling birds he flies with. Hanggliding is his passion.
The moment the cord is released from the plane, presents a sense of freedom. To fly without reason or purpose…unbound and untethered to surrounding materialistic objects. The reason is simply to just fly.