The other day, on my way in, I enjoyed the crunching of leaves beneath my bike tires, and the most breathtaking sunrise over the water. And on the way home, as I was mentally reviewing a dual flight to the practise area that morning, the dappled sunlight sneaking through the half-plucked trees overhead kept me company at first, then later, near the butterfly habitat close to my home, crimson leaves as I whizzed by on my bike, screamed at me, “Look at us, look at us!”
I looked, and I smiled, and I thought how lucky I am, not just to be enjoying a bird's eye view of my little part of the world when I fly each week, but to have become more aware, now, of my surroundings on the ground, too.