You have these out-of-body moments sometimes, when you get still enough... When I'm flying outside and the silence in the noise of the world speaks to me, there's no room for fear or distrust in the process. There is only knowing.
In the two years I've done Lyra, this sequence has been closed to me. Never once - even spotted - have I had a hint of success with it. And as I flew in the quiet sky last night I inexplicably found myself here, like meeting an old friend quite suddenly.
In that moment there was no giddy excitement, only recognition and oneness.