Today terra firma opened the door to my cage, releasing me from its unrelenting gravitational pull. I flew freely, a yellow bird carving curves of revelation through the majestic mountains, at times blown sideways by 65 mph gusts, holding my own within an invisible current.
Fairview Curve revealed two female elk grazing unconcerned, overseen by a commanding 10-point buck in rut.
Medicine Bow Curve perched me upon an outcropping thousands of feet above endless mountains stretching to the horizon.
Rainbow Curve graciously opened a valley view of happily hued far away fruited plains.
Carefully cut curves bisecting delicate golden permafrost gently bid me pass just above its final thawing for but a few more days of brief ice-free respite.
Dusty, dirt curves guided me ever so sharply through switchback after switchback climbing 3,600' in nine miles along the ancient Old Fall River Road, its silence whispering cries of creators past more red than white.
Summoned once more, pulled curve by curve back down through the closing cage door by fluffy white clouds turned dark gray. These curves required more attention while communicating warnings with heavy spitting, sputtering, splattering drops upon my visor and slick surfaces below.
I flew today through curves revealing, now but a memory of release.