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I've been on six planes in the past nine days

and I don't care what scientists and engineers say --

I believe that flying is a miracle. 

There is that moment just after takeoff

for a few seconds when, just skimming the trees,

it feels like one of my dreams of flying:

my ability to fly depends on how well

I can will myself to ascend, and if I lose the concentration

I quickly  drop to earth. Fabulously exhilarating!

(Especially when the dream goes on and on....)

If only airplane travel had the same effect.

But how lovely the vertebrae of the mountains,

and the flanks of the foothills stretching out,

the loops and twirls of rivers.

And how marvelous to be home again, in my own bed.

I tire of the public crush of humans in airports,

the frantic push through security, zip zip zip.

The seating which prevents a recumbent posture!

The same tired bananas and red & golden delicious! apples.

No real food, nor air.