So many sights to see
So wake up like an early birdie
And we'll get a head start on the day
Oh, stained glass sky ways
And crowded six lane highways
If I look back when I begin to leave
Will they remember me?
And we'll get a head start on the day
Oh, stained glass sky ways
And crowded six lane highways
If I look back when I begin to leave
Will they remember me?
I've grown up flying back and forth over the Atlantic ocean.
My favorite part is the take off. I love how one minute we're on the ground, and the next we're above everything. I like when we're low enough that we can still see the tiny cars on the highways and count the bright blue swimming pools in backyards.
It sort of stinks to wake up early, but I still think flying during sunrise is the coolest. The other morning, when we flew from Omaha to Little Rock, the clouds looked exactly like mashed potatoes.
Sometimes I think about random things in the plane. For instance, I sometimes think about how if I had been born hundreds of years ago, the thought of flying in a big metal machine would have been completely crazy. It still is pretty crazy, when you stop and think about it.
You never really get used to flying.
xox,
Hannah