Learning to fly.

I love to fly. Not the hassle of modern air travel, but the act of hurtling across the country at 30000 feet in an aluminum tube.
We may have left the glamour of the Jet Age behind, but the magic is still there for me.

Clouds fascinate me. To see them from above is magical. Realizing that every variation in texture displays the wonders of our physical world at work. Every current, every eddy - whether dozens or hundreds of miles across, cut by rivers of wind in the sky. No wonder the ancients thought them the home of heaven.

And then to see a shadow on the top of the clouds! There truly is something higher.

The soft flow of the suspended water vapor is a wonderful contrast to the strong industrial lines of our aircraft. Like a shark cruising the depths and shallows, it slices through this vast sea.

Thunderheads on the horizon, lit from within by their ferocious lightning.
Everyone should see this at least once in their lives. It will make you feel a little small.

Descending through the cloud cover to return to earth, is like an amusement park ride with zero visibility. Blue skies above, nothing but gray and white below. And then you're enveloped. No horizon, no sense of perspective, just the bumps of turbulence. I am not worried, we are in the hands of skilled men and women. This is not a bus, I can drive a bus, you can drive a bus. We can't land a jet. Remember to thank them.

This really is a wondrous world in which we live.

The one where Icarus fell...

Icarus flew too high
Fell burning to earth

Yet I will beat my wings
Raging against Newton's Law

How high is too high
Will the solar winds warm me

I might burn like Icarus
On the way down

If I perish
Spiraling, engulfed in flames

I will streak across the sky
And all will see my swan song

It will be whispered about
A song sung In the dark

But not forgotten
And some will follow me up

The one where I fly...

Jetway, skyway
You going my way?

All the way up, a mile high
I can see across the sky

Vapor tails, early morning cocktails
More than one way to get high

Another layover, another stay over
Will not keep me from you

Come fly with me...

The one where there's a road...

Two paths collide
and run together for a while

run like the wind
any which way it blows

the horizon beckons
it sings a siren song

a ribbon of asphalt
rising and falling

after that second star to the right
and straight on to...

I've got all the light I need
the way on till morning shines

oh how it shines..

The one where I sit in the dark...

I want to sit in the dark
listen to jazz and drink whiskey

I want to embrace the shadows
feel the warmth of a fire

I want to hear the cold wind howl
brace against the chill

Your body warns against me
and I am home

The one where I can see at night...

See how bright the night is
The moon shines with her love

His song shines through
Reflects and glows

Is this why
lovers walk under her gaze

Notes course
like wave and particle

yet she gives no warmth
she leaves that to us

she sings his song to us
and our hearts are filled

Missed it by that much...

I missed the Muse, I guess she was out trick or treating last night...