May 14, 2012

• Flight On Top

  I am thinking of the bird's nest built on the spring season wreath hanging on my front porch at home. The eggs will surely be hatched by the time I return. Perhaps the young birds, mouth wide open, will still be begging a meal from mother robin and stealing a bug or two from their nest mates. Or if I am long coming  home, maybe they will have flown the nest, placing their trust in the thin air as I am today traveling far from my home.

  It is always sunny here on top, above the clouds. As the wisps of mist clear to thin clean air, we break into a hidden world above the cloudy day. Towering columns reach high but try as they may they still are below us. Our earth thousands of feet down is now only white vapor and rain and covered by sunshine.
   
  One hundred and five minutes, that's how long it will take to travel what would take my four wheeled conveyance eleven and a half hours. I'm traveling seven times faster but there is no breeze to my face or rumble at my feet. And as far as I know, no one on my bumper, to the left or right of my lane or rambling too slow ahead of us. How can others sleep while I am wide eyed. I have traveled 8700 miles by air this year so far. I have never kept track of the miles in earlier years. Tell me, how many miles does it take until a guy is able to read a newspaper, play a computer game or sleep while being 35000 feet in the air and traveling 450 miles an hour? How many miles until you are deadened to the marvel of it all? Keep the orange juice, forget the peanuts, don't bother me, I'm looking out the window and wishing I was up front.

  Nothing better than being on the way home. Check your bags, who cares if you'll never see them again. No reason to drag your dirty laundry in the tightly packed, neatly tagged and tiny wheeled canvas Samsonite. Sure, keep the computer and camera but pack the little black bag so you are traveling lightly. You need at least one hand to drink the Tim Hortons or Starbucks. Worry about balancing the coffee and watching the scenery, not balancing two bags and keeping sight of your replacable possessions. Don't waste your time and energy protecting your "stuff". You are miles from home and seeing things that you may never have the chance to see again, even if it is just a pretty girl or a set of 4 year old twins carrying a complete boxed set of Matchbox cars that Dad gave them on his way to war.

  DSS

   

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