When I was a kid I would love to see the earth move passed me. The blotches of brown and white, floating amidst the varied shades of green squares that make up the countryside grid. And I would wonder who lived in that brown or white house; and what were the names of their kids; and if they had a dog like the one I said bye to only a few hours ago.
Did those people know I was flying overhead, wondering about their names? …but that thought would pass as another terrain came into view.Read more