It was 6:25 a.m., somewhere over North Carolina, and it was already a long morning.
Few can make such a claim so early in the day, but I could. After visiting my dad’s side of the family in Savannah, Georgia, my brother and I were headed home. In order to get home economically, we had to choose the “super red eye” flight. That’s right, a 5:30 takeoff, which meant coming to the airport by 4:30, which meant getting up at 3:30 to leave the house by 4:00. I couldn’t fall asleep until 2:00, so I was quite groggy and grumpy.
Everyone else appeared suspiciously awake for that “darkest before the dawn” time of day. But as the sun’s rays finally finished their long voyage across the Atlantic and onto our horizon – belatedly, it seemed – my perspective changed.
I saw the beauty of God’s creation as the red rays rose and became yellow, the black skies turned light blue, and the clouds formed a delicate canopy over the earth.
I appreciated my surroundings – the wonder of flying comfortably on a man-made machine 20,000 feet above ground, the joy displayed by the “morning people” flying with us, and the chance to spend some valuable, quality one-on-one time with my brother.
And in those fleeting moments labeled by the pilot as the “final approach,” I felt ready to take on the rest of the day.
We landed in Charlotte, ate one last breakfast together, and parted ways to catch our connecting flights home.
They say that a picture is worth 1,000 words. I’m saving my 1,000 word efforts for academic papers, but 250 can still tell someone a lot about a picture. My goal is to try this periodically as a creative writing exercise and a way to recount some of life’s moments in greater detail.
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It was 6:25 a.m., somewhere over North Carolina, and it was already a long morning.
Few can make such a claim so early in the day, but I could. After visiting my dad’s side of the family in Savannah, Georgia, my brother and I were headed home. In order to get home economically, we had to choose the “super red eye” flight. That’s right, a 5:30 takeoff, which meant coming to the airport by 4:30, which meant getting up at 3:30 to leave the house by 4:00. I couldn’t fall asleep until 2:00, so I was quite groggy and grumpy.
Everyone else appeared suspiciously awake for that “darkest before the dawn” time of day. But as the sun’s rays finally finished their long voyage across the Atlantic and onto our horizon – belatedly, it seemed – my perspective changed.
I saw the beauty of God’s creation as the red rays rose and became yellow, the black skies turned light blue, and the clouds formed a delicate canopy over the earth.
I appreciated my surroundings – the wonder of flying comfortably on a man-made machine 20,000 feet above ground, the joy displayed by the “morning people” flying with us, and the chance to spend some valuable, quality one-on-one time with my brother.
And in those fleeting moments labeled by the pilot as the “final approach,” I felt ready to take on the rest of the day.
We landed in Charlotte, ate one last breakfast together, and parted ways to catch our connecting flights home.
was 6:25 a.m., somewhere over North Carolina, and it was already a long morning.
Few can make such a claim so early in the day, but I could. After visiting my dad’s side of the family in Savannah, Georgia, my brother and I were headed home. In order to get home economically, we had to choose the “super red eye” flight. That’s right, a 5:30 takeoff, which meant coming to the airport by 4:30, which meant getting up at 3:30 to leave the house by 4:00. I couldn’t fall asleep until 2:00, so I was quite groggy and grumpy.
Everyone else appeared suspiciously awake for that “darkest before the dawn” time of day. But as the sun’s rays finally finished their long voyage across the Atlantic and onto our horizon – belatedly, it seemed – my perspective changed.
I saw the beauty of God’s creation as the red rays rose and became yellow, the black skies turned light blue, and the clouds formed a delicate canopy over the earth.
I appreciated my surroundings – the wonder of flying comfortably on a man-made machine 20,000 feet above ground, the joy displayed by the “morning people” flying with us, and the chance to spend some valuable, quality one-on-one time with my brother.
And in those fleeting moments labeled by the pilot as the “final approach,” I felt ready to take on the rest of the day.
We landed in Charlotte, ate one last breakfast together, and parted ways to catch our connecting flights home.