“The higher we soar, the smaller we appear to those who cannot fly” ~Friedrich Nietzsche
A couple Sundays ago, I arose to the most beautiful of mornings. There was a crispness in the air that gave me a sense of calmness and unexplainable tranquility. As I walked outside that morning, I glanced up in the sky to see the remains of passenger planes that had been flying by earlier.
A couple of things struck me: First, it’s still so amazing to me that there are people up there…thousands and thousands of feet up in the sky. Isn’t that incredible? Secondly, I was struck by the thought that people’s paths cross up there. Even thousands of feet up in the air, paths cross. Those brilliant white lines of smoke crossing each other illustrate that beautiful thought for me.
Every time I glance up in the sky and see one of those planes so far away that they almost look like a dot, there is one prevailing though that crosses my mind…I wonder where they’re going. It’s a thought I can’t get out of my head. Are they flying to California, Texas, or New York? Are they traveling somewhere father away like Ireland, Canada, or Hawaii?
To me, there’s something incredible about not knowing the answer to that question.
When you look up into the sky and see the wonder of flight, what are some things that cross your mind?