The first time I saw stone and Bone in ocean
This is it. This is the decision that keeps you up at night.
That was Father—a storm in a drought, a comet in the night. Acting first, thinking later, carried on not by foresight, but on luck’s slippery feet.
And so we were not as surprised as we should have been when, one warm night in our tenth year on the mountain, Father showed us the flying machine.
