For me, most days are sky days, but some days are plane days. Today was a plane day. There was an overcast with bands of rain scattered around, so I gave my bird a bath by flying through several of them. But mainly, I just communed with her, flying nowhere, listening to the steady drone of her engine, and, well, just being alone in the sky.
Like the mountain climber sitting atop a peak, surveying the landscape spread below, I feel the peace of solitude, yet I am in intimate community with the Cosmos surrounding me. I slide the canopy back several inches to let a mist of rain in, and smell the cool, moist air. That night in bed, I weep for the groundlings.