Storyteller Labs - Speed Flying

Aaron starts running, into a narrow couloir
A few steps, and his feet, increasingly lighter, lose contact with the ground
The air which earlier on caressed his face now lashes it
Throughout the entire Pale di San Martino there isn't a sound
Only the swishing of the air carved out by Aaron's sail
Rock, scree and trees skim by fast below his feet
Instant and palpitating visions which run along with the short rhythm
Articulated by the beating of his heart, his breathing
A sharp turn, a shout of joy
Landing on the meadows, below these incredible mountains, is like a breeze.

Written by:
Giovanni Spitale

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