Skyfaring: A Journey with a Pilot

we leave our homes, that we step through our doors to the world, that we travel our whole lives not because we want to collect exotic T-shirts, not because we want to consume foreign adventure the same Western way we consume plastic and Styrofoam and LCD TVs and iPads, but because it has the power to renew us—not the guarantee, not the promise, jus

For all the daily excitement, however, something inside me felt that I was racing around so much that I never had a chance to see where I was going, or to check whether I was truly happy.

As often as he had been a spectator to this abrupt transition, it never ceased to jolt him into an awareness of something—something to which he found it hard to reconcile himself. Was it the lurid manifestation of man’s microscopic stature in relation to the cosmos? The transposition to another—planetary—scale? The visualization of mankind’s feeble

Sia’s life was a rotation between her office, client dinners, airplanes, and her flat, and she realized she’d lately forgotten how much she missed country where the sky had no ceiling and the land unrolled in all directions. It made you feel wild or free or vulnerable or all of it at once. A sky this open conjured many emotions.