Above the Clouds

Flying is such a wonderful gift — the chance to hover over the world, drifting above the clouds while heading toward someplace new.

Today I’m traveling from my home in the U.S. to Amsterdam, beginning a three-week adventure. There’s a special kind of joy in this space between here and there: calm music playing, a glass of wine nearby, and time to simply write without interruption or distraction.

Up here, the noise of everyday life fades away. The sky stretches wide, and the horizon reminds me that the world is vast and waiting. I feel light, free, and quietly grateful for the gift of flight — and for the stories waiting just beyond the landing.