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Wednesday, Oct. 01, 2003 @ 4:49 pm
Flying High



I don't know what's with me lately. My emotions are so up and down - it must be due to stress, fatigue.

Yesterday I flew in the helicopter over the Island with our volunteer rescue pilot. The helicopter was like a mosquito, so light, so quick. I love how your perspective shifts as you're taking off - suddenly there is this new space (the air) and it's dense and moving like water. Swimming through the sky. The ocean blue below, the sky hazy from the windless indian summer days. Flying low over the mountains, spying on million-dollar estates hidden way up in the forests.

The new intern makes Centre life interesting, but he in himself is not Interesting. Too young. My age, but seems young. I can't describe it. Normal, funny, smart, but just doesn't do it for me.

I feel like I've been pulling a lot of weight, though, and I'm really starting to feel it. I'll make it through. There's light at the end.

Just put me in that helicopter and you convince me to stay!

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