CLXX: Fly

In the spirit of celebrating beautiful music, let's go on a small journey together today with Ludovico Einaudi at the helm.

Some people dream of flying while others are content with being flown. Which category are you in?

I am convinced that for a few nanoseconds of my childhood, with each hand gripping tightly on a fan and flapping my arms as if my life depended on it, I was able to delay the fall of my jump from two steps off the ground. What does it matter if it really worked or not? It's a memory, among many forgotten ones, that I have clung to through the years. Its existence transcends its validity as long as it isn't central to who I am. And surely, I don't go around telling people I can fly.

I do, however, readily admit to having had the lucky opportunity of being flown in a helicopter twice, both times in Alaska. It's an incredible experience that I would recommend for everyone to try at least once in their lifetime. The first time was in August 2003 atop a glacier, and the second time, pictured above, was to go dog-sledding on a mountain in the summer of 2007 (the same trip that saw me ziplining). The views were spectacular and the adrenaline rush was unforgettable. I never wanted it to end.

As it turns out, I dream of flying.