Flying Free

Flying Free

There is such beauty in watching the early morning sun sweep silently across the top of the light full white clouds. Golden colors of yellow and pink creep towards the small airplane I’m sitting in. The scene is appreciated all the more because this is a view I’ve rarely seen. I’m serene and realize the fear is completely gone. I flew for the first time when I was 16. My grandparents were spending winters in Florida and sent for me to visit them. There was the slight trepidation that typically accompanies something new, but it wasn’t fear. It wasn’t until my children were born Continue reading