The final turn on the asphalt
and then the sudden pause.
The pilot waits,
the suspense grows.
Just when it seems
like it'll never happen,
the engines begin to sing in unison.
The hum gets louder,
a crescendo of moving metal.
The plane begins to move,
the wheels start to turn.
Brakes released,
and the bird can't hold back,
can't refuse the beckoning sky.
Barrelling down the runway
the grass becomes a blur
as the hum turns into a roar.
And then...
weightless.
"The captain has now
turned off the seat-belt sign."
What a view.
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