Glances from Above
Peaking at the world from my window seat, I cannot escape the thought of how small and vulnerable I am. Sailing through the heavens thirty thousand feet above the ground, my life, erring men, a giant metallic bird and its intricate design, all of us hostages to pending fallibility and imperfection. Yet five hours pass, then eight, then two, and all lives uninterrupted. All lives safe. I let a deep breath in as I walk out of the airport towards the car.
"I made it alright. I made it. For now."
posted by Fouad at 9:37 PM
1 Comments:
Oh yeah that's a familiar feeling. I feel the same way everytime I board a plane. Makes me wanna kiss the ground every time I land.
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