Days of Wonder

I nestled into the window seat, nose practically touching the glass, eager for a glimpse of the world outside the plane’s climate-controlled interior. It was not my first flight, but maybe you wouldn’t know that if you sat next to me.

Whenever possible, I angle for a window seat. I like watching people, sure, but even more, I like seeing the world from an almost unbelievable vantage point–thousands of feet in the air.

How does one tire of soaring above the clouds in a man-made machine? Of starting in one place and landing in another in a matter of hours, having traveled hundreds, sometimes thousands of miles?

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