Flying in planes is a lot of fun, especially with window seats.
Feeling the rush of taking off and seeing the beauty of passing through
the clouds is a rare experience, and a breathtaking one.
But for me, flights aren’t always about the takeoff and the clouds,
or the cute baby that is waving at me, or the flight attendant that lets
me have a free water, even though technically they cost two Euro.
Flights are about the series of pops that I know I’m about to feel.
Except, my ears don’t really pop, at least not every time. It’s more
like a click, like they were close but not quite, or like they gave
popping a shot and then gave up. So I sit, through the clicks, as the
pressure keeps building until finally the yawn or the gum breaks through
and I feel the relief: pop.
Flights scare me sometimes. They are breathtaking and beautiful and
exciting, but there’s always this feeling of nervous uncertainty before I
board. What if this flight, they don’t pop. What if the cabin loses pressure, and my ears can’t handle it? Praise God, that’s never happened, and Lord willing, it never will. I just can’t shake the fear.
My ears have been popping during this flight, glory to God, and
they’ve popped plenty. I’ve been enjoying the clouds and the German
ground below so neatly divided into rivers and forests and fields of
crops. I’ve been looking forward to landing in a dream- Berlin- and the
adventure that is to come.
Hopefully, there are more pops and less clicks in my future, too.
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