Changing Luck

You know how it goes. Most days are normal, everyday, routine.

Sometimes, you get a string of bad luck. Things are plain going badly. And you stick it out because you know the good and bad will even out eventually.

Last week, I was traveling again and I had a bad string going. And then, just as suddenly it was gone. Two things were a clear sign that my luck had changed for the better.

First, when I checked out of the hotel, they asked me where I had parked. It turns out that a drunk driver had crossed the road, the lawn, and plowed into 4 cars parked in the hotel parking lot. My rental car was 5 spaces further down and just fine.

On the flight home, the sun is just past the horizon, the sky is a little pink at the horizon and blue above. We are flying just above a layer of intermittent puffy white clouds. Occasionally, they tower up above our level as we fly around them. Thousands of feet below, where the earth should be, there is a layer of white clouds that makes you feel like the earth has disappeared. Meanwhile, the clouds roll and wave and hide and seek, an interesting country I would like to explore. They are so close that you could reach out and touch them.

I thought about trying to capture it with a picture, but I think you will do a better job inside your head.

Most of the time air travel is crowded, ugly, and impersonal. If you keep your eyes open, it can occasionally be beautiful.