Aerial Spiral

I picked up a dry, twin-bladed maple seed lodged in a moss crevice near the northern drop. Its fibrous aerodynamic vanes were intact and remarkably light. Stepping deliberately to the stone precipice, I took position with my boots anchored into the aggregate. I raised the stem overhead with both black gloved hands, then released it clean into the open air. The twin blades caught the updraft immediately, spinning into a rapid amber blur as they traced a wide, rhythmic spiral down thirty courses of brick. It settled gently into the fescue lawn below. The flight dynamic was flawless.