Up and away

Leaving for India on a propeller plane, in the dark and wind and rain, bouncing around, seems more Indiana Jim than I like. I can picture a 1940's map with a little plane crawling across it, with a large, ornate compass in the lower lefthand corner.
The noise reverberates throughout the cabin, defeating any attempt at conversation, making it easy to spend time with my thoughts.
A small plane has a more intimate connection with the sky.
A transcontinental trip, at this lower altitude and with this noise, as used to be the case, would have been exhausting.
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