I've decided that I like flying. I don't mean just in comparison with other modes of transportation, or as a positive way of saying, "Well, I don't hate it." I actually like it. The lines at the airport and the security checks are all bothersome, and I don't think anyone could like in-flight lavatories, but there's something extremely powerful to me that hits me when the plane leaves the runway.
I know it's just physics, nothing breaking rules or anything like that, but there's something of a miracle in an enormous metal vehicle making itself and a bunch of people airborn. People aren't supposed to be airborn, but especially not along with heavy chunks of metal.
And the clouds! Clouds can be beautiful from the ground, but up close, they're even better. I took some pictures of the sky on my flights, mostly of the sun rising above the clouds. I'll put them up when I can figure out how.
Until then, I'm going to get some sleep (I got about 10 minutes of sleep on the flight last night), and keep reminding myself that I'm actually, finally here.
We did not get to wish you good luck, learn a lot and have fun (not necessarily in that order) before you left. But do all that. Your description of your flight reminds me of my first flight. I, too, was fascinated by the clouds -- and storm clouds were the most magnificent.
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to reading/hearing and seeing your adventures.
Dennis & Janene (Courtney's parents)