Our Place in the Sun
I was standing on the ramp in Logan, waiting for my buddies Brad and Kim to come back in the club Blanik so I could fly. The Sun felt good but being on the ramp waiting to fly felt better. I knew I was strong enough to fly because I had done 10 pushups that morning, the first pushups I could manage since being hit by rheumatoid arthritis.
And there they were, crossing at midfield. I took out my phone and tried to take a picture, tracking the glider manually as it passed straight overhead. The Sun got into the frame and you can see the result. But the Sun felt good and so did being on the ramp waiting to fly.