One morning, I was driving my father—in— law to the airport when a plane flew silently over the road like a big bird, about to arrive at the airport.
"It's magic, "my father—in—law said. I looked at him, without knowing what was happening.
He was a doctor who gave speeches at colleges and had visited more than 100 countries. He understood better than me why a plane can fly in the sky. It, really, wasn't magic.
But now, I realize he was at least right in some way.
Though flying might not be magic, it's certainly magical. What it brings to our lives is something found in our dreams.
But too often, we, especially I forget. I read a sentence a few months ago. It said, "You know you're growing up when you no longer want a window seat."
Too often in recent years, I've asked for a seat near the exit row, forgetting the wonders of traveling fast. But sometimes, when the Wi—Fi's not working or my computer has no power, I remember to look outside.
I think of one time when I was on a family vacation. Minutes after take—off, I started working. But a passenger behind me wouldn't stop talking. "The clouds!" he kept saying, "Look at the clouds!"
I turned around, and saw two men, one who appeared to be in his seventies and the other much younger. The conversation continued for 20 minutes until, not patiently (有耐心地) , I raised my eyes from my computer screen and looked out of the window.
The clouds!
He was right. We were flying through big soft balls of cotton (棉花) , each in different shapes. They seemed close enough to touch. The afternoon sun provided all kinds of colors, all against a blue sky. It is magic! I put away my computer and appreciated (欣赏) them for the rest of the flight.
I don't remember the work I felt like I had to complete that afternoon. I've never forgotten those clouds.
