As we ascended toward the big open sky, I closed my eyes in anticipation of being high above and surveying the vast landscape below.
We flew above an expansive river carved beautifully and eloquently into the land. As I peered out my window, I noticed numerous lakes. It was as if the lakes were anxiously awaiting the arrival of summer guests so they can once again become active and serve as home away from home.
The soft clouds resemble cotton balls and are randomly strewn across the sky. Below them, you can see the shadows they cast as if to say, yes, I am here.
Far in the distance, I see the horizon, the edge of this very planet. It allows you to really sense how miniscule we are and how large our beautiful Earth really is. It is quite a humbling experience, to say the least.
I often feel, when flying, that I am closer to the universe, that I can feel the angelic love of the other realm. I feel protected and happy. My heart just beaming with gratitude and love. With this beautiful feeling in my heart, I nod off for a few moments, listening to soulful music and just being present in the moment.
I begin to envision myself with a pair of goggles over my eyes, like those of a WW2 pilot, and a scarf tied tightly across my neck, in an Amelia Earhart kind of way. I visualize myself sitting on the very nose of this 737, with my legs crossed and my scarf and hair lifted by the wind and fanning behind me. I can feel the air on my face and it feels so good, albeit a bit chilly.
This is obviously the best seat on the plane. The day is a bit hazy but I still have an unparalleled view of the landscape below us and of course of what lies before us.
The sky is a beautiful soft baby blue color and it blends effortlessly into a sea of white clouds that transverse the sky for what seems like infinity. The sea of white opens up into patches of red, brown and green. Among them are thousands of homes with rivers carving their way in between. There are highways and dirt roads chiseled throughout the view.
I am so small but I feel so large. Up here, away from the hustle and bustle of life, I can really think, I can imagine, I can dream.
With me, I have a copy of Steinbeck's "Travels with Charley". I trace what I think would have been part of his journey with my eyes and imagine all that he had seen. To have been a fly on the wall of Rocinante, what an experience.
To those of us who are brave enough to travel and have the desire to see all that we can see, to meet all of those whom are new, well, in my humble opinion, we are the fortunate ones. Often, Steinbeck mentioned how he would meet people and they wanted to come along with him. They don't know him, they simply desired an adventure. How many of us desire an adventure in our lives but never do anything about it?
Close your eyes and imagine all of the possibilities.