Flying Above the Clouds
As we boarded our flight taking us to the beaches of South Carolina a couple of thoughts entered my mind; things I think of each time we fly. How can so many people fit safely in one plane, and being so large and heavy, how does the plane stay in the air? Logically one should have serious trepidation about taking flight; however, even being claustrophobic and afraid of heights I feel a strange sense of calmness in the air.
Somehow, as I look out the window at what lies below serenity takes over. There are the houses that look like Lego structures, and autos that appear to be the Matchbox cars of youth; some of them in huge parking lots and others scurrying on the roads that look like lines scarring the earth.
This flight was different from most I have taken. Leaving the gray skies below we rose above the clouds into bright sunshine. Nothing as far as the eye could see but clouds - billowy white clouds with darker shadows that looked both soft as a pile of cotton, and rough with sharp edges. Rising up in some spots the clouds appeared to have cliffs and mountains, and other areas would drop down into an abyss to unknown places. In between lay the soft, fluffy beds that welcomed like a meadow on a beautiful summer day.
I imagine it would be a joy to have the ability to frolic on top of the clouds. Spending hours scaling cliffs, climbing mountains or exploring to see where the dark edged holes would take you. I'm sure it would be quite a magical place, such as we dream of when we are children.
Being witness to this beauty is a gift we take for granted too often; just as we rush through our days without stopping to appreciate what Mother Nature puts before us. It is possible, that these moments which remove us from everyday routine, may be just the thing to remind us to enjoy flying above the clouds.
Somehow, as I look out the window at what lies below serenity takes over. There are the houses that look like Lego structures, and autos that appear to be the Matchbox cars of youth; some of them in huge parking lots and others scurrying on the roads that look like lines scarring the earth.
This flight was different from most I have taken. Leaving the gray skies below we rose above the clouds into bright sunshine. Nothing as far as the eye could see but clouds - billowy white clouds with darker shadows that looked both soft as a pile of cotton, and rough with sharp edges. Rising up in some spots the clouds appeared to have cliffs and mountains, and other areas would drop down into an abyss to unknown places. In between lay the soft, fluffy beds that welcomed like a meadow on a beautiful summer day.
I imagine it would be a joy to have the ability to frolic on top of the clouds. Spending hours scaling cliffs, climbing mountains or exploring to see where the dark edged holes would take you. I'm sure it would be quite a magical place, such as we dream of when we are children.
Being witness to this beauty is a gift we take for granted too often; just as we rush through our days without stopping to appreciate what Mother Nature puts before us. It is possible, that these moments which remove us from everyday routine, may be just the thing to remind us to enjoy flying above the clouds.
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