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2003-07-16 - 5:54 p.m. Drink the wind Driving through dulcet summer weather with the windows down, my hair whipping in the breeze, for just a moment, I drink the wind and remember what it was like. To ride a horse bareback at breakneck speeds through the Appalachian mountains, mount and human moving as one through shadowed forest, under sudden branches, over fallen logs. To turn a Cessna upside down and right side up again, falling free of gravity for those brief seconds at the top of a loop � a spot where there�s a feeling for freedom so aptly explained, but never adequately described, by physics. To walk out of a plane, wind whipping by at 150 mph, tearing your grip free from the doorway, chasing my brother as we fall through the sky, until senses loose their vertical reference and you know you are flying. Funny, how our passions slip so easily away, flotsam among the minutiae of a life. � � � |