Crop Dusting Quotes

“He flies as fast as she will go, lower than the black power lines, lower than the silver irrigation pipes, rending the air just above deep green leaves that wave in his wake, soaking up the mist he leaves behind.

He glances ahead and prepares for his escape; the steep climb nearly within the grasp of approaching trees, the smooth rising turn which, like an unanswered prayer, twists slowly down and away, falling back toward the earth, lined up on the next rows.

It is a dance of sorts, to the roar of the engine and the scream of the wind; a soaring, sweeping dance around the jealous pull of earth.

It is a lonely, wordless dance, but it suits him.”
― Jeff Ostrander, A Different Kind of Sky: A Novel