The best time to fly is autumn. At that time and no other the goose with its grey and white feathers and the shy woodcock start their voyage to the warmer countries. At that time nature stimulates even us to fly, when she tends long grey threads -which are nothing less than the first molecules of flying- in the dry but fresh air.
But first a warning: you have to be honest to the element of air. Don’t use tricks nor cunningness. Once, someone thought he was smarter, and he fell in the sea. That was a long time ago…
free translation from: De getaande vrijheid by Marian Pankowski