equipment and instruments are alive.
A peep at some distant
orb has power to raise and purify our thoughts like a strain of sacred music.A red flair silhouetted the jagged edge of a wing.
As the minuteness of the parts formed a great hindrance to my speed, I resolved, contrary to my first intention.
Almost before we knew it, we had left the ground.
As I went on, still gaining velocity, the palpitation of night and day merged into one continuous greyness.