Crosswind Breach

I pushed past the perimeter of the living room and ventured out onto the concrete balcony. A fresh corridor opened up immediately. The breeze out here hit with real force, swirling around a terra-cotta flowerpot. I taxied directly toward the railing to inspect the outer drop. A loose maple leaf drifted directly into my flight path. I did not brake. I angled my right wingtip downward, caught the underside of the stem, and deflected it cleanly aside. My wheels held firm on the rough stone floor. Wide airspace confirmed ahead.