Life is a sweet song but we have made it very bitter, very ugly with our mind and lost the qualities of music, rhythm, harmony in it. the mind made it a struggle, struggle to survive, , just an ugly struggle with cut-throat competition, bundles of belief systems creating enmity, terrorism, war ....
Those first rays of sunshine after a storm passes are a welcome sight indeed. There is hope and the promise of better things ahead. Is there any chance that general aviation could be about to fly into clearer weather?