Dreamy Descent

by Igor Zenin

A paraglider drifts low over a valley stitched together from rolling green hills, scattered farmhouses and fog pooling in every low fold of land. From up here the whole countryside looks soft enough to land on, mist doing more of the work than gravity. It's descent as daydream — the kind of view that makes the ground look like it's floating up to meet you rather than the other way around.