Why I Wish I Could Fly

I flew home today, on a plane, not a broom or anything. It was as pleasant as I could have hoped. The Hilton Head Island Airport is just about the best check-in experience possible. No crowds, nothing but pleasant staff, and a lovely terminal.

Even the carts and rollers your stuff goes through in security is new and shiny. Despite this, they’re building a new terminal. It’s such a convenience to fly from there.

My first flight was fun, since I sat next to a nice woman and we chatted about Hilton Head and dogs. We even walked to our connecting flights together. Much of the passengers on that flight cracked up because the SECOND the plane stopped a guy ran from way in the back so he could get out first. Thinking back on it, maybe he was claustrophobic or not good with flying, so I shouldn’t have been so judgmental.

We did giggle when we realized we were making our connection faster than him. It was like ending up at the stoplight next to the person who had zipped around a bunch of cars trying to get ahead.

Wait, why do I wish I could fly? I always have, actually, but that’s when I wanted to be Supergirl when I grew up. Now, however, I wish I could fly so that I could see the contours of the earth from up high.

On my second flight, I looked out the windows and enjoyed mountains and hills. Mostly, though, I enjoyed looking at creeks, rivers, lakes, and drainage patterns. Seeing all the places where rivers have changed course is so fascinating. Oxbow lakes are where bits of river get cut off. But there are also meanders, marshes, other fun formations.

Fires are also interesting to see from above. The smoke goes so far!

I’d just love to be able to check out all the rivers, all the beautiful mountains, the clouds, the deserts…if only I could fly. Sigh. I’ll never have the ability to fly everywhere even in a plane, so until then, you’ll find me in a window seat watching the weather and the land.