There is a different view of the world from the air. I grew up in little single engine airplanes, and photographed farms from the air to earn money as a teenager to buy a suitcase full of professional camera equipment. So I am pretty good at finding things on the ground from the air. When we finally left DC for Chicago on Wednesday I had an entire row to myself, so I slid over into the window seat and watched the world go buy. For the first couple hundred miles it was all clouds, then it cleared. From 39,000 feet, I could see farmland, small towns, cities, expressways linking them, and bodies of water. Over northwester Ohio and norther eastern Indiana, we passed over a wind-farm , I had never seen one from the air before. As we started the decent into Chicago more and more came into view. At about 20,000 feet I can see cars moving on roads, boats moving on lakes, at 10,000 feet I could see parked cars. At 4,000 feet I could see baseball players moving on the field. 1-5,000 feet is the average flying elevation for the little planes I grew up in. I was use to seeing the world from that elevation. Flight is magical, so much moving on the air seemingly so effortlessly. I was sitting there looking down, one foot over to the left and it was nearly 8 miles down. If you stepped over the edge would you panic, or would you accept the inevitable and experience soaring?