Spread Your Wings

I’ve lived in Utah the majority of my life.

The Point of the Mountain has always had hang gliders and paragliders bouncing happily in the sky for as long as I can remember.

Recently, I decided to find where they take off and land.

My desire was to sit quietly and observe each pilot’s process of taking off, flying, and landing.

Up close and personal.

Nestled in a local neighborhood, up on the hill, I found this little gem of a flight park not even ten minutes from my home.

People gather there to fly or sit on a bench or the grass and observe.

To me, the pilots are brave and beautiful to watch.

Novices, as well as seasoned flyers.

Red Bull fliers and the mellow calculated ones.

Both young and old.

Male and female.

Wheelchair bound and able-bodied.

Some flew tandem, and most went solo.

If I weren’t so afraid of what my happen to my physical body, I’d love this activity.

A couple of hours into watching, I noticed a man next to me getting his canopy packed up.

He asked me if I wanted to fly.

I told him I felt afraid.

He said, “Maybe that’s a sign you should fly.”

I actually considered it for a moment.

One day, maybe I will.

Colors of Kindness Crayola Crayons Spread Your Wings=robin’s egg blue (one of my favorite colors.)