Monday, April 6, 2009

Where is mine?

It's a cloudy, rainy day as I board a plane. I stare blankly out the window at the persistent drear as the plane taxies and eventually takes off. It's moments before we rise into a bed of clouds. For a while I'm drenched in a sea of liquid white, forever squashing the childhood belief that I could bounce on a cloud like a bouncy castle at the fair.

Then, there is that single moment when the plane breaks through the roof of thickness and into blinding yellow sunlight. My body fills with warmth and my mood can't help but be lifted. There is something special in knowing that as the world below you battles the day, you get to be above it all in the sun, just for a few hours.

One of my favorite feelings ever.

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2 comments:

  1. patApril 7, 2009 at 10:51 AM

    I know the feeling. When it happens you know you are on your way to something good--maybe seeing Spain or your granddaughter or just going back home.

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  2. c0ldfuseApril 29, 2009 at 6:31 PM

    I still stop and watch airplanes crawl across the sky.

    There is an excitement about flying that has never left me. Whether for work or play, sitting in the terminal is like the last hour of class in grade school, the buses idling outside the window with the whole Summer ahead.

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