Today's 3pm sky is beautiful, serene.
Not a hint of what is approaching.
...and I'm not talking about Irene.
I can't help myself about the Blues. I really can't.
There are a million reasons to avoid the Blues.
I know them all. The reasons do not stop me.
I put myself in their path. I wait in the heat and the greenhead flies.
My heart pounds with anticipation.
The Blues know how to knock you out with sudden surprise.
Even when you know they are coming.
They do a mean Blues Ballet.
There is nothing like the Blues.
See that little round helmet just behind the 'dash'?
Seeing that always gets me misty-eyed with admiration.
How does one dare to fly at top speeds, 18" apart from the next guy?
I know, I know. Noise. Pollution. Wasted fuel. Money better spent elsewhere.
But I can't help myself. I love the Blues*.
*The Blue Angels: US Navy Flight Demonstration Squadron