Flying

There is something soothing about flying.
Once the stress of juggling your bags and clearing security pass and the plane takes off there’s something very soothing about it. I love sitting by the window and watching the world pass me by below, all my sadness and my fears miles below me anchored to the earth I am soaring above.

Once the baby a couple aisles away stops crying and the air hostesses stop all their fussing I feel perfectly at ease. Just sad enough from the goodbyes I have just wiped my eyes from and just weary enough of whatever new experience may be waiting for me once I land.

But between take off and landing there is something so soothing about flying. When the plane enters a cloud and the world around you disappears into the white fluffy essence of childhood dreams.

Yes, I find there is something quite soothing about flying.