Flying Above

I might be noticing a trend in flying recently towards sentimentality.  Something about suddenly being lifted above the ground where I was walking, seeing hundreds or thousands of houses and people in one little window puts things in perspective.  Or it might be the air pressure.  That's actually my first guess.

Regardless, I appreciate emotions and the different reflections they offer the mind.  Whether they come from a physical or a situational place seems a bit irrelevant, unless I'm trying to "solve" them.  If I find myself pondering mortality and the wonder of existence, it doesn't matter if it is brought on by lack of sleep, or diet, or air pressure, or the very real absurdity of our ephemerality.  Who would have thought that any of the world we know around us would have been possible from the natural landscape in which it is nested?  It seems just as impossible that we could grasp the nature of ourselves and our place in it, and yet, look what we've been able to create.  Surely a flight here and there and the world becomes smaller and larger, in just a few hours....