Why I love to fly
story by:
Theresa Taylor
Written
on Jul 27, 2016
I decided I love flying: here's why... "It's 11:55pm over the middle of America. We are effortlessly moving at a velocity that defies gravity. The white lights of seatbelt signals are spotted throughout the cabin. I turn off the screen in front of my face because it blocks my creativity. So I watch for ideas to come through the window. A pewter appendage attached to this tin can glows in the moonlight. We are shining above a city of clouds. The slowest shooting star. We tremble and blink as we float across the sky. A tiny. little. miracle. Centuries ago this was only a day dream to be laughed at. Today I'm handed inflight snacks by a smiling attendant and stretch in this extra leg room! All while sitting on my ass from one coast of this country to the other. If two brothers hadn't dared to dream and face the ridicule of others whose heads were stuck in the sand, I would not be having the pleasure of gazing upon the dorsal surface of the clouds. A cotton candy ocean as far as the eye can see. How big and how small I feel right now. Imagining the tiny lives existing on the ground below, going about their day to day. As I change time zones and soar above without so much as flapping a feather. 🕊ðŸ˜ðŸ˜‰ðŸ˜ŽðŸ’•ðŸ’•ðŸ‘ðŸ»ðŸ‘ðŸ»ðŸŒŽðŸ˜‡ðŸ›«ðŸ›©âœˆï¸ðŸš€ "
Tags: happy, inspirational, encouraging, imagery,
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Wendy Phelan commented:
You have awesomeness inside you, it shows, as you are brilliant descriptively. I felt a few sentences could be taken out and it would be perfect? That's just my opinion.
