Pure rain, sharp, cold and very wet, pricked at my cheeks as I raced forwards. Droplets of water tickled as they trickled down my face and neck, seemingly gathering in my sodden collar. Not enough to stop me, however.
Whatever the weather, I will still fly.
I’m aiming higher and getting better.
Once I’ve properly mastered the flight, I’ll work on the landing.
One thing at a time.
No rush. All things considered.
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