gliding - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
Warm thermals pushed her gently upward in a seemingly never ending spiral. How could she ever land, why would she ever want to land? It was peace its self ascending to the heavens, seeing the view usually bequeathed only to the birds, their birthright and domain. As she glided on, above the white cliffs, over the heather and on toward the patchwork farmland she began to loose height. As the wind tousled her hair and whipped it about her salt-kissed face she longed to extend time, to savor the moments, burn them to memory for a time when she was old and no longer able to fly with the birds.
The glider looked feeble, almost too lightweight to be trusted. Everything about it looked thin, skeletal somehow. But then Tiara had only ever flown in passenger planes before. This little puppy didn't even have an engine, just wings, controls and a couple of seats. It even had to be pushed into position before take off. On the upside it was designed to come down safely with no engine, so that was one less thing to worry about.
The glider was attached to a motorized plane and towed down the runway and into the sky. Once they hit a couple of thousand feet the rope was detached and the silent free flight began. As Buzz lightyear says, it's "falling with style." It circles in great swoops like a bird of prey coming in for the kill, but instead it kisses the tarmac with it's rubbery wheels. Another flight over.