Flying Car

Flying Car

The car flew through the air in a way I did not know cars could. I followed the familiar landmarks on the ground for as long as I could still name them. Things such as, “Oh, that’s Lake Berryessa!” Or, “Now we are over the Sacramento River.” Or, “That must be Chico.” Or, “I think I see Mount Shasta!”

Eventually, we flew out of reach of my familiarity, at which time I think things such as, “That town is so remote, I wonder what its like to live there.” Or, “I wonder what people here do for a living.” Or, “How does someone end up living in this corner of the world?” Or, “Someone must own all this wilderness, I wonder who, and what they are like?”

I am quiet as I let the ground pass under us. It reminds me a little of how the grass and gravel and pavement and puddles pass under my feet as a I jog. It could almost be the same as this, trees and boulders and roads and lakes, maybe from the perspective of an ant. Maybe someday we will fly in space through our solar system and people will say, “There’s Mars!” Or, “Look! I count twelve of Saturn’s moon’s!” Or, “There’s the Great Red Spot on Jupiter!” Or, “There’s Earth! I wonder what people are like there and how they end up living in this corner of the universe.”

Perspective can change how we see things. Now, if I could just find a way to fly above my thoughts and feelings and judgements and rules…