Looking for the next Big Adventure

Its been sometime since I made it to the training hill for even the tiniest of flights. I miss that part of my life. Being in the air, feeling the wing, taking cues from the birds. I miss those early morning sessions when you sit and wait for the wind to start blowing in. Watching the grasses hint at a perfect opportunity. I miss the moment my feet leave the ground and then Im soaring along the ridge. I miss Flying my happy yellow glider.