Monday, August 30, 2010
Fly Like a ........ pt.1
OK, so how many of you like to fly? Or just have to and thus are destined to be in a plane more often than they might desire? Personally, I love to fly. I don't know what it is, but I will try to break it down and maybe gain some insight. I think, first of all, once you get past all the hustle and bustle of just getting on the plane, some of the built up anxiety wears off and you are left waiting like a little kid on Christmas Eve, staring out the window or looking down the aisle to see when the last passenger has finally boarded and the Flight Attendant has closed the door, things become a bit serene. Then there is the adrenaline build up of the take off, the anticipation of taxiing down the runway and you know it is about to happen when the plan turns sharply and comes to a stop. You can see out the window the large runway you are on and then BAM! The engines roar to life and you are pressed into your seat as the plane accelerates down the runway. The tarmac seams bump under you at an ever increasing rate as you are hurled toward takeoff. Then the front of the plane noticeably rises up leaving you down still on the ground wondering when it is your chance to get airborne, the rumbling of the wheels disappears as you are finally lifted into the air, the roaring of the engines is equally matched by the roaring of the wind whipping past the plane. It is then that you being to relax knowing that you are now in flight, watching intently as things on the ground that are so familiar become smaller and smaller, resembling toys or a model railroad display that someone has painstakingly spent hours upon hours detailing to the most minute blade of grass. As you continue to climb, the clouds that normally appear so far away and incomprehensible become your passing friends, sharing with you that one fleeting moment that they are next to you, embracing the plane in their mysterious shroud. As the plan finally reaches it's cruising altitude, you realize that time has been fleeting, what has seemed like mere seconds has been several minutes and you are now well on your way to your destination, miles away from where you began your journey.
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I understand your love of flying. I too love to fly. My feelings are little different in that I love the take up. The feeling in the pit of your stomach as the plane ascends I liken it to the anticipation you experience riding a roller coaster. Then the plane levels off and you are on your way. I am also a little crazy because I love walking through the airport. For some odd reason I feel important because I am heading somewhere anywhere where adventure is waiting.
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