There is so much peace in flying at 35 thousand feet.
It’s this time when everything is out of your hands. There is nothing that you can do to control your direction or your leg room.
It forces me to let go of my constant need to be in control of my surroundings. It allows me to let go, and find some sort of comforting peace within my upright position folding tray, and pack of peanuts.
Took this satisfying wing shot while at peace.
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