Why I Enojoy Flying
Radio Controlled Airplanes
I wake up on that Saturday morning, before the sun came up - the sky was hinting - Mr. Sun is on his way. I use speed dial to call "time & temperature" to find out it's 50 degrees and I smile. The microwave dings and soon, I'm on my way to the car with my plane & flight box. Eight minutes later, I'm walking across the field and the sky is becoming lighter - just light enough to fly safely.
I'm all alone in this spot I've been, so many times before. I am at the top of a beautiful field - covered with green grass. As the field slopes downward it is met by a beautiful pine & hardwood forest. It is quiet and I meditate & become thankful for this moment. I am peaceful. This is my spot and I love it. There isn't even a slightest hint of a breeze as I strap in a freshly charged battery pack. After a quick, pre-flight check, I hand toss my plane into the sky. The plane eagerly takes altitude reflecting the light of the sun as it climbs higher. There is not a more beautiful sunrise anywhere in the world and most folks are just sleeping through it. I am soaked in the enjoyment of the whole scene.
There are houses within 200 yards of where I'm flying, but they have no idea I'm there. There are birds chirping in the trees, but they aren't noticing me. I pause after 15 minutes of flying. Time to get out the insulated beverage container & have some hot cocoa. Yes! I remembered the Ziploc bag full of tiny marshmallows! Life is even better than I'd hoped for. I'm in a place I love, doing something I truly enjoy, enjoying every minute & relishing the splendor of the moment. As I'm packing up my stuff to go home I think of what a gift I just experienced and I'm thankful I could start my day in this way.
Do I want to do this again? Probably not until the sun goes down this afternoon.