What does it mean to live in pursuit of something real?
Something like the sun on your back at the end of the day. The dust in your hair in the back of the car, speeding through the backroads at night. The wind whipping around you on top of a mountain, one that feels like it wasn't made for human legs to stand on. Something like love, like living within a summer sunset.
There is magic in language, in image, in the unique story we all walk and the unique story that only lives in our imaginations.
I think this is the search I was built for. And I'd rather die pursuing what matters than live any other way.
Photo from our incredible flight with @talkeetnaair yesterday. ✈️💫