There's something wonderful about the hour before dawn! It's almost Magical
On this "pre-dawn" I stumbled out of bed, poured my first cup of coffee, and headed outside. I had another "Flying" dream. I couldn't help but wonder if other flight crews did the same. Do we all spend so much time in the sky that the "Sky" feels like home and the Earth a place to visit?
I asked a pilot this once. He said that many aviators were more at home in the air, more themselves. And once they landed they felt like ducks out of water. I have heard the same of sailers, men who were at home on the sea- more so then on dry land.
Such were my thoughts this morning. For me, my attachment is both to the Sky, the Earth, and Water. Perhaps that just makes me a lover of Mother Nature.
As I settled into my chair and sipped my coffee I listened. The tree frogs had quieted their song. The birds were not yet awake. The morning traffic noise had yet to start. Peaceful quiet surrounded me.
Enveloped in the pre-dawn hush is almost a spiritual experience for me. My heart filled with gratitude. I was witnessing the birth of a new day and I felt a sense of awe!
I have much to be grateful for! On this day I reflect on my Flying Career. To do what one loves, is that not a Blessing? And all the things that came with the career!
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