"Can someone explain..."
The rumble of the jets reach the inner ear causing a deep vibration within the head cavity. Each second grows shorter and shorter as jets seemingly speed through the sky. Sonic booms shoot through the sky causing a spike of adrenaline within the soul. It passes through the mind like a shot of epinephrine stopping the anaphylaxis. The impossible quickly becomes possible as jets flip and turn through the sky. At one moment the mind it taken aback to 'Top Gun' when they perform the inverted scene. The laughter that comes from within through the mouth is quickly covered up by the engines whirring by. Time seems to stop or nearly slow down when they blast by. Every moment is taken into the soul causes the addition of aviation to be buried deeper and deeper within the veins.
Absolute insanity... innate beauty, but it feels so real. The blood rushing through veins as the heart pumps, curating a rush of adrenaline. The body feels unborn... unnatural -yet so feeble. Rushes of near preposterous feelings travel through as the plane maneuvers through the sky. The thoughts range deep within the mind about whether or not if these feelings are real, or just merely false. However, the realization hits that being 8,000 feet up is just solely different. Questions arise as each second pass. The blood rushing through the veins is injected with some sort of 'final frontier' of thoughts. Continuing the flight adds to the ridiculous perpetual motion of reoccurring thoughts. This is what I want... what I live for... what holds my breathe still to this day.
Words don't even equate to the gorgeous planes flying through the deep, blue sky. Is it worth it? The fear of death looks on as the pilot continues to control the plane. How on earth does one survive such a feat? Clearly the mind proves something else. An imaginative song plays through the mind during the flight duration trying to mitigate everything else. There's no mistakes here, just pure adrenaline. Serotonin levels rise, penetrating all negativity and destroying it. The further rumble of the aircraft flying overhead can be felt in the ground below. It shakes the heart within the chest. Breathing becomes harder as the lungs vibrate each passing second a plane reaches a direct parallel position.
Can someone explain? Can someone explain? Can someone explain? The seemingly impossible feat of flying still preservers to this day causing shock in the soul. How on earth does this amazing endeavor carry on to exist? There is that voice that always whispers "oh my love, anything and everything is possible." Without a doubt that statement is true. For some reason so much is so possible. Can someone explain? Oh but, anything is possible. The furthermore takes faith, determination, and effort to achieve it.
The human's keen eye sees the jet vortices coming from the jet's wings as it flies effortlessly through the sky. The clouds turn out from behind the plane causing a contrail. The sky's dark blue aura brings back soothing memories of the Hawaiian waters. Two more planes join the jet in a flying triangle formation, which appears to perfectly. They move in sync throughout the skies above in what appears to be a loop. Maneuver after maneuver leaves the soul aching for more. Time slows and time speed up as anticipation gets more serious throughout the show. Hands and hats block the sun's rays from blinding onlooking eyes. The sun kisses skin, turning it a shade of pink.
Just how... can someone explain? Can someone explain just how amazing aviation is? Without a doubt, aviation is the best thing ever, and it certainly causes an amazing feeling within the soul. The heart aches for more, trying to go back to the sky. The fearless mind tries to figure out the impossible. The freedom of flight is absolutely wonderful. There is nothing on this planet quite like the freedom of flight. That feeling is the one that drives the soul back -back to the sky and back to the clouds. Flying is freedom and freedom is indeed flight. So tell me... just how is this feeling so recurring in the most glamorous way possible? Simple: it is impossible to get old.
Aviation is a love story, a good one too. It is a never ending romance that grows every single day. This is only a part of my story, my love story. I live to fly and fly to live because it is absolute freedom.