The amazement of flight begins as I feel the swoosh and awe of lifting beyond gravity into the unknown. How does this silver bird do it?
Since the tale of Icarus and the Wright brothers' experiments, creativity and technology have evolved. Wonder weaves into my thoughts when considering the amount of trust involved boarding a plane. It takes the pilot's skill to reach a destination.
Concern disappears as my mind settles and plays with patterns in the wild blue.
Holes in the carpet of fleece reveal a miniaturization of landmarks. My running routes and birding areas evaporate as we rise.
I imagine how to wriggle my toes in the textures. What would those marshmallows taste like? They might sit on my tongue or melt into sweetness. Movements in hearts and dragons, frogs and falcons arrange in and out of focus.
When we begin our descent, moving through the clouds feels like easing into a bubble bath. The bubbles calm me into comfort. Jasmine combines with roses. No sounds escape beyond the rumble of engines.
Immersion into this world of sensory experience ends with the jolt of landing gear. Another day's fascination of flying has sheltered and shuttled me back to earth.