SOLO VIOLINIST - She flew




Seatbelt fastened nearing destiny; our plane swooped low, and jerked several times. We griped our seat arms, and our thoughts raced. Our breath held. Then up the plane flew, full-power thrust, engines in control. Swooping low again fast and swerving sharply up heaving as she pushed accelerating through the air, again nose to the ground then rapidly soaring higher, jarring again down, thoughts into the positive process, she again swerved her silver sleek streamlined body, displaying her triumph as her excited engines muscled pulling up, up again higher through the cloud. She purred at her achievement, glowing with purity, power and confidence.