Finally there came a time when I would rather eat than fly, and money was a precious thing.
Yes, money was a precious thing, and they offered me money, and there was still a small glow of the deep, strong dream.
The ship was beautiful. Its silver wings glistened in the sun. Its motor was a strong song that lifted it to high heights.
And then...
Down.
Down out of the blue heights we hurtled. Straight down. Faster. Faster and faster. Testing our strength by diving.
Fear?
Yes, I had grown older. But grim fear now. The fear of daring and courage. But tempered too with some of the strong power of the old dream now too.
Down.
Down.