I was always the last to leave. That was my great skill.

The runway splayed out at her feet and at its height were the limits of the world.

The runway splayed out at her feet and at its height were the limits of the world.

They say life is a highway and we all travel our own roads, some good, some bad, yet each is a blessing of its own.

This long ride is the blood my heart bleeds...

All my life I've always come back to one thing,
my need to feel free and the need to feel the breeze,
the ride provides a freedom this gypsy needs,
where every road is another blessed memory,
a new experience to carry inside my journey,
a sense of belonging to a familiar tribe,
a brotherhood that goes beyond a bloodline.