Sky Guardian is standing beside that propeller like the plane knows better than to act up today. The boots are practical, the curls are not, and both choices are correct. She doesn’t need a dramatic pose to prove she belongs in the cockpit. The aircraft is already taking direction.

There’s a quiet kind of nerve in trusting yourself beyond familiar ground. Training gives you the skills, but confidence is what carries you past every person who assumed you were only there to watch. She didn’t come to admire the horizon. She came to move it.