Even More Things I Like

• A thin band of snow, miles wide, descending like a veil across the ground
• The glaciers of Alaska
• Circular rainbows projected on clouds
• Punching into my own shadow on clouds
• Mosaics of broken ice flows in harbors
• Breaking out of the fog a few hundred feet above a runway
• Pockets of fog in valleys of the countryside in early morning
• The dull glow of city lights through a low cloud deck
• The Swiss cheese pattern of the North Slope lakes in Alaska
• Brilliant white and red lines of car lights stretching to forever.
• Car tail lights flashing with the brilliance of diamonds in the sun
• The silver-rope wingtip vortex of a jet on landing
• Propellers squeezing fog out of the air
• St. Elmo's fire dancing on the windshield
• Experiencing a fraternity of trust when airports loan me cars and pilots let us camp on the front lawn of their house.
• The privilege of facilitating pilots' growth as an instructor.
• The transcendance of politics.
• The pure white carpet of the ground just after a snowstorm.

John Magee's poem really sums it up for me . . .