DeepFrequency and QuietStorm

Winter Sun is fast setting. Golden rays past life are jetting. Colors fall red upon the ground. Blue skies burn crimson over endless ground of brown. Wind replaces Summers grace. Stinging cold sharpens hands and face. White lace descends the mountains reaching arms. Bringing sleep and peace to racing thoughts and alarms. Soon the silent white will all embrace And hold us till Spring's green re-trace The light and life behind our tired eyes. So that once again we lift our hope to the open skies. phz 11/2016

Autumn is here, down right cold outside. N127PZ is sitting under the carport gathering spiderwebs which will be great for Halloween Trick or Treater's. Her only PIC is my landlords' grandchild who will sit her and not know what she is or what flying is yet. If only I could keep her here for 15 more years and gift her to him. Time marches one, only it marches across all the dreams we had. Life will need energy put into the home and hearth and the heavens and clouds will have to wait. N127PZ will have to find a good home if she is to take to the air. The wings are aching to take to the air and the motor is champing at the bit to pull her there, only someone else will have to Pilot her. Tears only now, but sunshine will fill the morning.

Today it is the HOTTEST of days...is there a connection that we are Zabriskie's and Zabriskie Point is in Death Valley? And the Sonerai is still not sold. She is waiting sweetly and patiently with all the promise of ..." have(ing) slipped the surly bonds of earth, And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings." http://www.davidpbrown.co.uk/poetry/john-magee.html

It was the best of Days it was the worst of Days....I have put Sonerai N127PZ up for sale. It is too sad, but I don't give her the love and attention she needs and better she get new home now before I screw up the valuable parts that are here. :(