Sunrise over the South Pacific
I travel frequently for work. Often by car, sometimes by train and once a month or so it is by plane. I have offices in a couple of cities and when I commute to our head office, I fly there. Today was one of those days.
I got in the cab to head to the airport at 5am and the lead stories on the news were about the German Wings crash in the alps and the Air Canada plane that crashed while landing on the weekend. The stories didn’t make me nervous or concerned about the flight I was about to take. I have flown more times that I can remember over the years, sometimes for work and sometimes for pleasure. Flying has become normal for me. Sometimes I barely even look out the window.
Hearing the stories today about the crashes reminded me what an amazing privilege it is to fly and how incredible it is that we can even do it. It is beautiful to be up in the sky and look down at the world – or as was the case today, look down at the clouds. Actually I often prefer flying above the clouds because the cloud patterns are so fascinating. Sometimes they look like sand, other times like cotton balls or giant mounds of snow.
If you are fortunate enough to be flying during a sunrise you can be a witness to amazing glowing clouds or carpets of red and orange below you. I always request a window seat just in case I get a glimpse of one of these moments of beauty.
Over the years I have had the opportunity to fly to several cities in Canada and the US, Britain, Italy, Spain, the Caribbean and Australia. Planes have taken me to places where I was able to explore and learn. They also take me to work. In all of those cases, the flight is part of the adventure, and today I am grateful to have been reminded of that and of the privilege I have been afforded.