The sun rises. Cloud “mountains” cast long shadows on the soft cotton fields of the skies. The world below is waking up to a new day.
It is easy to be present. Right here, right now. At 39,000 feet. Mind calms down. The chatter quiets. I am.
Then, pictures of tranquil countryside flash by. Cloudy days with light snowfall.
The sleeping apple garden getting a white makeover. More to come. Much more by the time winter is over.
Sunny days when the sky colors the waters. Like dreams of peace for humanity.
And the short December days of the north, when dusk starts in mid afternoon.
Reflections of rain drops and bird houses. Inhabitants long gone. Migrated to southern shores.
Cockpit announces fair weather, scattered clouds. I look out. A solid blanket of clouds. I smile. London calling.
And so we dive into the soft drifting clouds. Riding through them towards the earth. Saying goodbye to the sun. And hello to the big city. Or so I thought.
We circle around and around. Sightseeing from the skies. The big picture. Included in the ticket price.
And so the journey home continues. Invigorated by the change of scenery. Serenity for the soul. Family. The heart-warming smiles and hugs. And the good night kisses generously offered by the dog.
From one home to another. I arrive just as the sun is diving into the ocean. Familiar and comforting.
I wish you all a wonderful upcoming weekend.