Soar…

When I was a child, my father often took me with him to the local airport. He’d buy me snacks and we’d spend the afternoon watching planes take off.

One of his friends had his own plane and would sometimes take him up, though he never included me in that special treat. How I longed to be included…

I suppose this planted a seed. One can never be sure about these things. Perhaps I was simply born with a flying gene.

It has never ceased to amaze me when I watch a heavy-bellied bird charge the runway before being lifted heavenward. To be onboard is still wondrous, and flying home from a journey brings a special joy when a loved one is waiting at the gate.

Here I go again…

“Flying might not be all plain sailing, but the fun of it is worth the price.” –Amelia Earhart