I was passing the local airport.
I had my eyes on the upcoming traffic signal to gauge whether or not I should start gunning the gas pedal to make it through in time :) when whoosh, right above that green light, I was rewarded with a broadside view of a massive jetliner, roaring it's mammoth self upward.
It looked as if it was only a few yards above the power lines. There we were, just me with my mouth gaping open and this large, gleaming Air Beast.
It actually took my breath away.
If I reached up high enough--I just knew I could touch it.
Seeing those tinted windows, like so many pairs of hooded eyes, staring down at me.
Teasing me. For I am stuck down here while they, they are headed for the azure expanse of wide open skies.
Airways that promise of untold adventures, thrilling new landscapes and anticipated experiences to come. Just waiting on the other side of destination.
When I see a plane I'm still amazed that we ever figured out such a thing.
Flight. It's incredible.
Cocooned in a metal shell cruising through the air somewhere around 550 miles/hr.
|my first glimpse of England :)|
|and over Sicily, Italy :)|
Let me answer that for you––um no, nothing.
Can I admit something?
Every time a plane falls into view, I am instantly curious.
Who are those people seated within? Hundreds of yards above my head––where are they going?? What are their stories? What about the pilots and airflight attendants--are they just plumb beat and looking forward to one last trip before home? Or excited to be soaring through the air again?
Are the passengers eager? Disgruntled and dreading their destination? Could they be visiting a family member, one last time, before saying goodbye? Or reuniting with a lover after many months apart? Leaving friends and family behind to start fresh in a new city?
I suppose my highly romanticized view of it all is inspired by all the good experiences I've had flying.
Not all great times though...
Like the time when we hit major turbulence and I almost hurled the contents of my queasy stomach all over the nice Indian man telling me all about his Hindu religion.
Close call. It wasn't pretty.
But all in all, there's just something magical about it.
One moment I can be standing on the hot sunny tarmac of the Sunshine state, and within a few hours I can be thousands of miles away in another country and or continent breathing in unfamiliar air. Discovering different cultures, peoples and foods.
And yes. Magical, too:
Casting my vision upwards and catching a brief glimpse of people in a super fast flying capsule far above my head--this is something that will always fascinate me. How could it not??
I hope that sometime soon I can join their ranks up there in the sky. Journey to a new place I've never been before. Do some good for others. Enjoy being alive and this planet that God gave us. Then I'd journey somewhere else...
And do it all over again.
Until then, I will just have to enjoy watching from far below.
Just a girl on her way home from work, anticipating a peek at those captivating streamlined curves...
Hopeful to spy the precise choreography that catapults that colossal beast, soaring high in the sky.
Oh, and by the way, the captain has turned off the fasten seatbelt sign and you may now walk freely in the cabin.
Merry Travels ;)