Manfriend has taught me how to fly, and I do not mean metaphorically like he makes me heart fly or my soul sing, though he probably at times also accomplishes those things, as well. I mean quite literally, he has reminded me that flying is quite incredible, and that instead of worrying, one can instead spend a flight marveling at how close we are to Space, and playing various Air games like ‘What would you do if you were stuck in the middle of that desert?’ and ‘what is that thing?’ and ‘hey look, a city!’ and ‘that’s beautiful.’ I’m finding that these games trump previous games like ‘WHAT WAS THAT WAS THAT THE SOUND OF THE ENGINE FALLING OUT OF THE PLANE?!’ and ‘I’M GOING TO PRAY NOW.’