i do not like to fly. but i am a traveler, so, its a necessary hurdle that i must get over every time i embark on a journey. my least favorite part is take off and landing, however... it is also the most magical moment.
it is when i am slightly removed from ground level and can see life from a new perspective... close enough to see the details and complexity of life below, although everything is seemingly harmonious, organized and intentional. and its these moments of peacefulness that i feel the magic of flight.
usually my heart is racing with anticipation to reach cruising altitude or feel the comfort of touching ground once again. either way i look at it, its these moments of flying that i hate so much, but also appreciate as part of the journey.