Ever since I was a kid, I dreamed of flying a fighter jet. Or at least be a passenger in one. But I knew that would never happen unless I knew somebody or joined the air force in hopes I would be good enough to fly. Part of it is the adrenaline rush, but the other part is that for a few moments, you are where not many can go...above the clouds. It's a whole new perspective, a rare place, a world unknown.
In the summer of 2018, I bought a plane ticket to visit Jesse Desai in his native Chicago. I hopped on a flight not long after work so I didn't have to take any hours off. I had never flown at that hour before and was in for a major treat.
By the time the plane broke through the cotton candy clouds, the sun was beginning its daily descent. And while the plane flew, my eyes couldn't peel themselves away and my mind was taking it all in. Never before had I witnessed a sunset above the clouds. My delighted haze cleared enough to give my senses an opening to tell me to capture the moment. And while it was fleeting, it was powerful enough that not even the waves of Poseidon or the lightning of Zeus could not disrupt it. If I could've frozen time and just gazed at the masterpiece before me for a time too long to tell, you better believe I would've.
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