jessWaking up to a thunderstorm is like waking up on a plane, or with a girl. When the first thing that hits you as you flutter your eyes open is a thrilling realization of something awesome, excitement is put into orbit around your ego for you to personally appreciate.
As described before, I love thunderstorms. The chaos they bring offers an escape from the bore of typicality experienced day by day. Thunderstorms assert majesty into the environment, and is one of the few unconquered environmental entities. Man has chopped the tree down, harvested the wind, farmed the sun, poisoned the ocean, and moved mountains. Yet man still has to fly around thunderstorms. Responsive action to thunderstorms includes warnings rather than blowing it up or selling it somehow. In short, if a thunderstorm is coming, nothing man can do will change that.
Waking up in the presence of "majesty" is always a treat, I feel. I'm a pilot, hence waking up on a plane is another example of acheiving that distilled majestic feel. FL330 is where a pilot's "happy place" is, like an eagle residing in the treetops, or a fish retreating to a reef. Whether being awoken by a flight attendant offering cran-apple, or by Dad telling me we're almost there; waking up in the air, with a birds-eye veiw of the world, is nothing short of majestic.
Waking up in situations like these allow me to enjoy life more. Waking up in a thunderstorm, on a plane, or with a girl simply makes me happy. Someday, and this is a stretch, I may wake up in/on/with all three. I highly doubt that will ever happen, so for now I'll just wake up as many times as I can to the majesty and contentment of being in a thunderstorm, on a plane, or with a girl.
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So that was my little personal essay. I should read that next time I wake up in a sitaution described above. You know what's great about my life? It's not gonna be long until that happens.
I had my FAD on Friday. I still can't think of any possible way for that day to go much better than it did. I should start labeling my FAD's, they probably won't come around that often. My next FAD is scheduled at May 6th. I'm going to King's Island with Doug, and the parents won't be home. Hopefully you know what's up.
As expected, Rio de Janeiro is a must-visit destination in the archive of locations stored among my thoughts. It seems like a crazy, beautiful, completely awesome place. The beauty of the topography, the craziness of Carnival, and the exotic nature of Brazil lures me in like no other. I'll get there eventually, along with everywhere else on my long list of places.
Time to read FL390. Until next time...
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