Tag: Flying

In Flight

It is a writer’s dream, flying high at sunrise. The plane is quiet in the way it is in the beginning of a flight when everyone is silent in reflection and hopefulness, hope for a good weather, hope for a great vacation, hope the… Continue Reading “In Flight”

Awake

I always sit by the window for this very reason. You never know when this might happen, when you are suddenly flying above the dawn and the magic of the light paints the plane’s wing pink and yellow. You don’t even know why this… Continue Reading “Awake”