Remember when you were a kid, and you returned home to an interrogation by your mother?“Where were you?”
“Nowhere, ma.”
“What were you doing?”
“Nothing.”
And you were being completely honest. You had just been enjoying the nowhereness of wandering and enjoying, whether it was at the playground to see what was going on or just to inspect an anthill.
I’m a fallen-away pilot who switched to soaring when I found myself spending too much time chatting with
