It was a crisp and cool morning. There was a fresh layer of shimmering dew over the bright green grass. The air was refreshing when she breathed it in and stepped into the early morning air. There were birds singing in the trees, and she could feel the earth come to life when the bright sun rose from beyond the trees. This was a day of travel and adventure. She had packed her suitcase to the brim with a foray of multicolored clothes, and she was ready to begin her long trip. Knowing she might be late, she got in her smooth running navy blue Lexus and began her trip to the large and buzzing with life airport. She was excited, because to fly is one of the most exciting yet sobering experiences one could witness firsthand. After going through the quick check-in and a long security line, she went to the gate to wait, for what would seem like hours, to board the large plane. When the gate finally opened, she waited in line to show her boarding pass and board the plane. The plane that seemed so large from the outside suddenly changed into a small and cramped cabin. There was a …show more content…
It was a beautiful scene. It was like an intricate painting. There was a vibrant blue sky with fluffy pure white clouds that looked like cotton candy. The sun was shining down brightly on the plane, and she could see its rays flow down to the ground. The landscape was a breathtaking image. There was tall mountains off into the distance, and lush plains of green spread out on the ground. She could see shimmering blue streams of water with lakes dotting the landscape. She felt on top of the world. The way she flew over it was exciting and inspiring, but it was also sobering. When she looked out that window, she felt small and insignificant compared to the world. When she looked down, she realized how small all of her problems were compared to the large earth under
In the months, weeks, and eventually days leading up to my flight to Germany the panic was gnawing away at me. Despite the fact that this wasn’t the first time I was venturing out without my parents or even my first time on a plane, it was my first time for a myriad of other experiences in my life. My first international adventure, my first time living with a family that wasn’t my own, and my first time being surrounded by people speaking a different language; all of which began with a simple decision to cross the threshold between the jet bridge and the plane.
Looking back out of the small window, I catch a final glimpse of corn fields and lonely railroad crossings before they dip below the horizon. For my first time on a plane, the excitement of adventure meets me as I depart from the comfort of home and enter a world unknown outside of Nebraska. Seeing the world in God’s view as the landscape evolves below, I fall in love with flying. Looking down from 30,000 feet and seeing earth on such a vast scale, I realize how much there is to discover.
Today marks the end of an era on the certified master tech blog. I traded in my 2009 Cadillac SRX for an infiniti M37x. This is not something that I wanted to do. In this post I'll explain why I felt I had no choice, but to bail out before things got ugly. At the end I'll talk a little about why I chose the Infiniti over another Cadillac. I'll also share a picture of my new car.
Turbulence shook the cabin. The head flight attendant made the last call for the passengers to ready themselves for landing as her crew took their seats. Cara looked outside the window seat seeing a vastness of desert landscape chasing the horizon. It reminded her of home.
I don’t remember when I fell asleep in the plane but when I woke up, as I was struggling to open my eyes and peak of the window, the only view below was a never ending world of the most amazing shades of blue and calm. As I looked out further, there, I could spot the green that I only recall from watching the movie. As I looked at the rest of the passengers I saw smiles, laugh and a sign of relief. I still recall the angry man from 2 rows ahead that would not let no one by until he found a space for his
The floor rumbled fiercely beneath my feet. A cold jet of air brushed against my leg. My head was push against the window, viewing the taxi line filled with airliners. The roar of the engine grew violently. I could feel the acceleration tuck me back into my seat. The runway seemed to slip underneath my feet, briskly increasing in speed. Then, with a sudden lurch, the nose banked upwards. Liftoff. A sudden thrust of gravity spiked across the cabin. The vertical speed rose steeply as the tail plummeted sharply. The airport slid out of sight as the aircraft approached the lush cerulean Gulf of Mexico. I glanced back at the albicant, old cabin. I looked back at the window. The waters of the gulf of Mexico darkened along with my nerves.
The airport in Los Angeles was crawling with travelers, dragging their luggage and scurrying across the terminals like ants in a massive nest. Jackson, my nephew, had no idea that he was meeting in Los Angeles; he thought we would be meeting in Seattle, just as we usually did. I wondered if he would notice the palm trees and the stifling heat in the middle of December and know immediately. With these thoughts wandering my head, I sat impatiently by the terminal where his plane was supposed to land.
The airport is seen in the same light by the narrator as one day she hopes to visit it and partake in its rituals. Planes take flight at the airport and leave for their destination just as the narrator wants to take flight and escape into her fantasy.
As I walked quickly to the arrivals, my suitcase making skid marks on the terminal floor, I couldn't fathom the thought of waiting another second for this adventure. For what felt like hours of waiting, my aunt had finally picked me up. It was a three and a half hour drive to Mark Twain National Forest and I watched through the window as the sky changed into a colorful painting of pinks and blues. The fresh air of the Midwest ran through my veins and I felt like I was home again.
I am forced out of bed before the sun gets the chance by the high-pitched screaming of my alarm. Working against the clock, my brain fights the last-minute task of arranging all my clothes into a suitcase. The taxi ride to the airport is all but a tired blur. With a long hug and a bittersweet speech from my parents, I am off on my own to break new boundaries. The airport and I are no strangers.
shoulders, then they both ran under the caution tape. The three boys stopped and looked around there were dead trees everywhere.
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The sounds of the city at night mix with the laughter of my friends. Taxis honking, subways rushing under your feet, and buses rumbling, all carrying their cargo of dead-tired, empty-minded passengers, following the daily routine until they reach their doorstep. For once, I 'm not one of them, not riding my train after a long day at school, brain set to automatic. Today, I am wide awake, soaring a thousand miles high.
I am shock by what I am seeing now. I find myself flying in the middle of the boundless sky like an eagle. The beauty of the earth is all under my eyes now. I can see the greenish forests, the giant mountains, the empty lands, and the busy cities that are far away. But the most beautiful thing is the blue sky itself where I am in. Suddenly the next moment, I was standing on the roof of a 100-stories tall skyscraper while enjoying my expensive wine and the landscape of the city. When I look down, although I am scared of heights, I see the miniature of pedestrians and cars that are moving around. Travelling in an imagination world is probably the most joyful thing to do in the life. I don’t where I will be next yet, but it will come to my mind when it is the right time.
For the first time since she awoke, she really studied her surroundings. She was pretty close to the cockpit—just a few seats behind it—when the plane crashed. All of