Yesterday I flew!
Alone.
The first time in a month.
The first time since last Friday.

Soared up from low,
my middle aged body skimming snow for 2000 ft,
before becoming adolescent at the small summit,
and laying down tracks in 50m power slides,
thrilling to the energy of my wing.

My sadness and latent anger,
brewing all week,
was lost on the wind,
and as I watched a snow storm coming in from the sea,
huge curtains of snow falling earthwards,
I thought of you Phillipe,
with Julien,and me,
flying through the snow virga at 20000ft in Hunza.

And as I smiled, and glided in towards the snow veils falling,
a big female peregrine came up from below and joined me just 10m away.
One had never flown so close before, and she stayed with me for 5 minutes,
before catching a climb and disappearing.

The snow fell thicker.
It was going to catch me.
So I looked inland, deeper into the mountains wondering if I could run away cross country.
And just as I decided no, a powerfull shape dived down past my wingtip,
then glided off into the mountains.

I followed,
certain I had seen a red bandana,
happy for the first time that week.

You wont be forgot,
and will continue to inspire for a long long time to come.

Bon voyage.