A Life Aloft
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I think it's a part mental and part emotional aspect that happens/occurs in the brain. It wants/needs to find and define a spatial reference. When crossing an ocean, you are always aware obviously of that point of no return, and I used to catch myself taking a little breath, pondering it for a moment and then refocusing with the need to move ahead and just continue on. But it did often give me a small interlude.It is amazing the comfort one has with the sight of just a small light. Now I don't fly over oceans, but lately have been flying to places for the first time and the small farm lights make everything seem ok no matter what.
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