And I have trained myself to love it.
Because it is only when we are suspended in mid-air
with no landing in sight, that we force our wings to unravel and alas begin our flight.
And as we fly, we still may not know where we are going to
but the miracle is in the unfolding of the wings.
You may not know where you are going but you know that so long as you spread your wings the wind will carry you.
Picture taken in Port Stanley, ON