Winging Along

I love to fly; I love the pressure of take-off and I love the dropping sensation of landing. I love turbulence and way the very word embodies the motion of the plane and the force of air, the force of the unseen. I always ask for a window seat because I enjoy looking over the earth, seeing the imprints that we have made upon it. Twinkling patches of thrumming life and the quiet expanses of less populated land; flying to you I would pass over vast stretches of ocean, I could be coming from anywhere but still going to you.