Last flight.
Not my last flight (I hope), but my most recent flight.
After recent sad loss of yet another valued person who was persuing their passion for flight, I had been questioning whether to give it all up and take up knitting.
Yesterday, I went out to the gliding club (still pondering). The sun was out, the air was clear, there was a comfortable 10kts blowing straight down the strip.
The tug pilot led me to a nice thermal and I bunged off tow early, into good lift which took me to cloud base. I sat quietly for a while at 8000' under the cool whisps of cloud. I did not feel alone. Maybe Maj would approve. Maybe his spirit was soaring with me. Then I also thought of all the people who miss out on this spiritual joy of flight, they have never felt it, and I realised how much it has enriched my life.
No, this will not be my Last Flight.