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Flight of perspective

We take off

Flying over the house, where I grew up

Up and away

Soon we’re over Brooksville

The world stretches away beneath,

So much perspective, when you’re free

Free as the breeze.

May I be.

Flying through the air, is my prayer.

Now over camp Pratt and down the river

We talk about the old river route, and how the “new” waterways were made

Then over Sandyland

Prairie point, greenbriar,

Some developing cell ponds

Then, we head west again, over the little city of Macon,

By my house, and the old Noxubee river

And by Wenger farms, soon to change hands.

Oh how could I not mention

The beautiful sunset, highlighting the upper-level clouds

As dusk settles over the land.

They say, we don’t see the world as it is, we see the world as we are.

Well, my friend, flying over one’s homeland is a good way to break this mold and bring some needed perspective.

May we all from time to time, remember that our world is but a little one, and one only has to zoom out to know anew that we are indeed as ants- going about our little lives.

~thoughts after flying over our area aboard a Cessna 170