Leaving on a Jet Plane

I'm leaving on a jet plane.

At some ungodly hour tomorrow morning, for Beijing.

I love flying. And a gadzillion times later, I think I'll still love flying.

In fact, I don't know whether I'll ever get sick of that feeling of being airborne many many miles above the earth, suspended on nothing but air molecues and trusting in the the relationship between plane velocity and air pressure that is Bernoulli's Theorem. (I'm good! I still remember my 'A' level Physics!)

The best part of the flying experience, to me at least, is that minuscular moment when the plane goes from being grounded to being airbound; when wheels of the plane actually really and officially leaves the ground.

It's an incredible feeling and I never cease to be amazed by the physics behind the miracle of flight.

It's a bird! It's a plane! It's O in flight!