Depending on the time of year, the type of weather, or the hour of departure you’re view will always be different. A snapshot in time is only that, one part of the world around you. Your heart races every time, because you helped build this, will it last? The horizon line is like a picture in the distance and the runway is your future. You need to race down because everything is specific with time and speed. Finally the wings catch air and off you go. The people below grow smaller and smaller, until they cannot be seen.

A glance to the left and your sight is covered in white. A glance to the right displays clear sky and checked ground. You cannot help but be enamored by the views. This is the world as it should be seen, through the wide vision of a pilot. Through the eyes of a runner taking in everything, and through the pen of a creator who has nothing pre determined.