Observations of a Newborn Grownup

Two and a half hours ’til my next takeoff. I’m sitting in the Atlanta Airport thinking about my flight from Tampa.

Five minutes into my earlier flight, we had an hour left until our scheduled landing. Planet earth is pretty spectacular from that altitude, or Tampa at least. Beneath me, what looked like a still life photograph became smaller and separate from the plane by a thin layer of motionless clouds. And then, I saw it: a bridge, traveled by thousands of ant-sized cars. The lifeless world below me suddenly seemed lifelike, and real and wonderful. “Are those parking lots?” I thought to myself. “No, those are neighborhoods.”

What a fabulous reminder that this earth is much bigger than the world I know.