Storyteller Labs - Beginning Lyrics

The click clacking of ski poles can be heard
A quick rhythm, light and acute
Accompanied by a lesser one of feet moving the fine scree underneath
It is early morning, very early
And only his breathing moves the otherwise still air of the Dolomites
Aaron, on his own, heads up towards rifugio Pedrotti before the first rays of sun
He steps on the Rosetta plateau, not distant from the mountain hut
Just before the sun rises
In the uncertain and terse morning light
He opens his backpack and starts unfolding his wing
It is small, very small, nine square metres
Too small to be a "real" paraglider
In fact it isn't: it is a speedflying wing
Something that stands for paragliding like extreme skiing stands for ski touring