Circling the towers filled to the brim with fans, I dive low exciting the crowd further. Spotting it weaving about a patch of wildflowers, almost as if it’s sniffing them, I pull up just enough to skim the ground a second with my feet. Still flying, I increase my speed, gripping my broom tightly with my left hand clenched I reach out with my right, finger grazing the flittering metallic wings.