The face of the kid who finally gets the approach just right coming out of the clouds and the runway is right there in front of him – a difficult sitch made easy.
And then there’s the sky at 40,000 feet at 6 a.m. just as the sun is flirting. You’ll look down at the earth from angles that few people really have the chance to see. It’s a glory in itself. A Van Morrison song.
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