Otherwhere

Before you read further, read this post, all of it. This as well.

I am now going tell the story of my enchantment with jet trails and airplanes across the sky.

This is a perfect moment to do so. I'm sitting outside in the sun, with a decent battery powered laptop. Plenty of jets flying by. Binoculars handy even. And a playlist of Bush songs that reference the sun and/or nature. 

Happiness can be simple.

When I look up into the sky and see this, I have to stop what I'm doing. Rapture occurs. It is always so microscopic that I couldn't pinpoint the feeling. It has taken me years to finally realize it was bliss that accompanies these brief moments. It was only within the last 3 or so years that I could name it. There are two components to this blissful experience. 

The sight actually triggers a flashback to my childhood. I am unsure how old I was, perhaps between 7 to 10 years old. My mom and I were going to a parade/festival. We were walking hand in hand out of a parking garage and as soon as the coverage stopped and we met the sun, I looked up. The fact that this was so long ago makes me uncertain if it was balloons or an airplane or both that I saw in the sky. But I watched it float by, and that's the visual I get every time I watch something in the sun lit sky.

The experience itself puts me elsewhere. Otherwhere. Space. The Unknown.

I imagine, for that fleeting moment, of being anywhere but here. I imagine flying to a gorgeous city. I imagine space travel. I imagine not being affected by the people of the world. I imagine being alone and on my own. I imagine freedom. And beauty.

 No matter how many times I do it, alone, the feeling never fades or becomes less intense.

There are a million reasons why I love the daylight. Our precious sun. I owe my life to it.