Mid-July, a flight carried me from Maine to Georgia, down the east coast. I had never appreciated flying so much until I was up there looking down on the coast.
"The view of the coast is sublime. The tiny islands in cozy bays, seagulls on the docks, the sea and sky becoming the same in their hues of blue -- it's enchanting. I saw a lighthouse far away, where it appeared to be in the sky more than the sea. Now Maine is a white and green blue through the hazy clouds."Oh yes, I was waxing all sorts of poetic in my diary while in my free upgraded seat with a whole row to myself. Absolutely enchanting three hours spent.
As a writer, flying has stuck itself into my imagination ever since. From up there, the hills, waves, and fissures of the earth appeared flat. Everything looked so much closer together. I think I may have forgotten until then that magical quality flight has.
|Heron by ChrisSpies|
|Lyrics from Vanilla Twilight by Owl City|
|Howl's Moving Castle by Studio Ghibli|
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You. Flying. Tell me about it.
Note: None of these photos are mine.