Here are some pictures I took from my plane window while traveling home from St. Louis, MO. I’ve never been a huge fan of flying. For one, I get incredibly motion sick (on pretty much all forms of transportation.) I also suffer from the normal anxieties regarding planes. However, this trip was different. It was my first time flying alone, and somehow that made it better. (Granted, I loaded up on meds before takeoff.) I listened to music, tried to relax, and enjoyed the alone time. I particularly enjoyed the clouds. ”Heaven” doesn’t even begin to describe the views. The world feels small and huge all at once. More specifically, it feels small in its physical statue. The fact that planes travel countrywide and worldwide daily, blows my mind. Yet, our planet is huge when you think of population. This was particularly relevant as the plane began its decent. Seeing home after home, car after car… Well, I was in actuality seeing person after person. We all know that we aren’t alone in this life. But how often do we actually think of others? More specifically: their thoughts, fears, emotions, and secrets. We don’t. Well, not really at least. Yet, from the sky, that was all I could think of. Why was it that I needed to be removed from life in order to appreciate it?