Launched upon an unknown world, and guided by unerring instinct to the very flowers it seeks, the bee fertilizes fruit and flowers while winging its happy flight among the blossoms, gathering pollen for the nurslings of its own home and honey for the use of man.

So … do you have a plan or are you just winging this whole thing?

In the open space between the clouds and the black, bubbling sea far beneath, could be seen an occasional strange bird winging its way swiftly through the air.

If you're winging it, take notes on what you're doing.

So … do you have a plan or are you just winging this whole thing?