Warm rushes push me higher. Cool currents drop me lower. Im learning to thrust myself up into the atmosphere and mount air flows. Riding warm winds higher like a geyser. Cruising cool drafts downward like a waterfall.
From new heights, I can see all storms. Bundles along the horizion like haystacks piled across a prairie field. However, much more dangerous. Ive learned to keep my distance. These hovering masses of electric black have tried to suck me out of the air from a hundred kilometers away or more. I have been, on occasion, knocked suddenly from my hammock of warm pressure to have cold air thrown onto me like a wet blanket and send me plummeting with confusion.
These floating mountains of fury. Intense shots of lightening scratch out in every direction. Thunder calls to me like a father preparing to administer punishment. Safe passage beyond these tempests is perticular. Subtle movements have drastic effects apon increasing approach. Precise postures are required. I am confidant.
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