Taking To The Skies
I am strapped in, my feet on rudder pedals, hands on the yoke, and eyes on the runway
I am strapped in, my feet on rudder pedals, hands on the yoke, and eyes on the runway
Streets lined with neatly-arranged piles of green fruit; knives slicing cleanly into the golden pulp within
Stepping inside the lobby, you would be forgiven for not noticing the offer of a fresh cup of spice tea ...
The soft pinks, purples, yellows and the stark radiant reds of the delicate petals