Departing KLR

After a day of Skype seminars and cold brew coffee in the sun, SK198 climbed out over the light blue sea and its preview of summer days to come. While I still have to clean the house all night in preparation for tomorrow’s warranty inspection once I get up to Umeå, I could not resist the indulgence of a small bottle of chenin blanc from South Africa as Småland turned into Östergötland. Even without the wine, there is something with flying that never loses its appeal on me, how the most familiar can look so different from above. But also on the ground, one should be careful to always assume that “things remain the same”. It is the most worn-out cliché used by those who left decades ago, often uttered with little thought for those who have chosen to stay.