I am not a fan of flying, AT ALL. However, as I have gotten older, it has gotten easier. I find my favorite part of any flight is when the sun is coming up or going down.
Yesterday, as I was traveling home from Cali, the sun started to set and I know my favorite part of a possible flight would be achieved, and for once I was not reading a book, article, or essay I was working on for school (since the term ended last Friday). I got to just sit and watch the sky change.
I was in awe of how the clouds consumed the sun and the colors moved from more orange to red and pink and then to black. As the stars started to come out, we made our descent through the clouds and I felt a sense of peace I have not felt in a very long time.
I am not sure what happened in that moment, but something has happened since last nights sunset and today I feel different. Whatever that means, I am excited for whatever it might bring.