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Flying is Awesome


New places, new faces surely intimidate, so, let’s go sprint toward them.

New places give us a chance to discover and reinvent ourselves--now.

New places only are new now, but not ten years later, nor yesterday.

New places force us to welcome the future, relinquish our past mistakes.

 

While we took off from the town of DC, I kept gazing below where the

streetlights would form a cohesive collage and illuminate darker spots,

Mimicking stars we inched toward, as we wondered if we were alone in space.

History forming two miles under, History flaming four light years away from us

 

Four days before, we departed from gloomy ohio and we found a

Strikingly sunny day over the clouds with much joy that accompanied.

Nothing compares to refining your mental state after you overcome

Clouds or adversity; rain is now under us; beams of sun reign instead

 

Riding a fun roller coaster will transport us too, to a new realm of

Flying, with affable strangers, who roar out of terror and equal fun.

Top of the hill--we are plummeting down, still alive, of course screaming though.

Tom Petty sings as we’re free fallin’, rapture prevails but it’s almost over.

 

Time to fly home and it’s always a stunning view, now we’ll fly higher than

Rides where our view was the teal, sandy, lakeside, to see a new view above

Flurries of clouds that engulf the whole sky like an unplowed road miles high.

Views like these don’t exist later or earlier, now they’re spectacular.

 

Trav’lers are weary right after adventure, but it’s worth the experience.

New places offer new insights, more wisdom and mistakes to help

carve out their future--original, riskier, happier.  Jet-lag is

brutal and flights are exhausting with heavy packed bags, but adventure pays

 

Flying is leaping from seats at the hill’s peak--hair combed by wind.

Flying is watching an endless sunset as you’re gaining time trav’ling west.

Flying is feeling a rush of excitement while gliding along the track.

Flying is seeing the sun above clouds when it’s dreary at sea level.

 

Flying is landing in settings and locations and whole new mentalities.

Flying is beating your fears and relinquishing worries and stress for now.

Flying is taking a chance to remember the reason you love living.

Flying is thrill and pure fun, just to live in the now and begin again.

 
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