In the clouds…

When I grow up I would like to be a pilot. At fifty two this is still a thought, one I say with a laugh. Traveling to Boston it was a constant thought. Walking through the airports, flying in planes, there is something magical about it. Whether in an aisle seat or by the window, suspended in the air for the duration of a flight is magical.

Looking out the windows viewing the mountains of clouds, the oceans of blue skies, broccoli trees, rooftops, magic. Each flight a little turbulance, whispered prayers and great conversations. Magic.

As one who has enjoyed being a waitress, serving in the air has always held mystic. In this COVID era service is pretzels and the magic of five beverages. Just hold up your number and walla your beverage appears. Until…

Coming home we flew through a storm. Lightening all around us, attendants offering beverages while the pilot rerouted us around the storm, after beverages he ordered the attendants to sit. Prior to this order on a bathroom break I noticed one attendant nervously standing looking out the window, phone in hand. Her angst palpable, the pilot his as well, we were in a storm.

Yeah, no longer dream career fantasy. Love flying, see the beauty in it, no longer longing for a career in aviation. The tangible threat of weather related death each flight with the added terrorist death threats to watch for… Respect, kudos and gratitude to every flight attendant, pilot,aviation specialist. Profound gratitude always felt when the tires hit the runway, this time a whew we made it with a new sense of awe for those who work in the industry. Also a new appreciation for a land career, I will enjoy being a passanger on flights, enjoy the beauty in the cloud formations, love moments suspended between heaven and earth, find magic in the clouds. The glimpse of angst cured the dream, thankful for the landing, flight and my land career. Forever thankful for those who choose aviation and make us comfortable in the air, land us… magic❣️