Over my head, a great bowl of blue spans.
None to few clouds. Perfection.
Speed flies beneath my feet, wind through my hair.
Down, down, down I go,
away from the expanding sky.
Scraggly green trees run on either side.
They dip down, then up again.
Patches of green and clay white rock
frame the horizons edge.
This, is the land I love.
Disclaimer: The images in this post do not belong to me and I have no artistic claim to them.