My hubby and I aways catch a really early morning flight when we go to Orlando. I usually don't sleep the night before. After hearing his alarm go off, we go rushing to get the the airport, the excitment building! As we get closer and closer , I can smell the faint tinge of jet fuel in the crisp early morning air. We enter the terminal, check the bags, get situated and wait. We sit facing the BIG windows, and watch the sun begin to rise over the runways. Our jet pulls up, we get on, I say my prayers and off we go.
I live for the ding/dong you hear just before the captain announces "Ladies and gentlemen we are now making our final decent into Orlando..." The ground gets closer and closer, till we touch down. I marvel at the sight of the green grass, the warm sun, the blue sky and feel as though all these things, although experienced by me on a daily basis, are now somehow better than before, different than before.
We approach the door to the aircraft. I can hear the faint hum of the engines, and the bustle behind me. I step out, and take a deep breath, wishing I could bottle that air for the next time I am having a bad day. We get on the monorail, get our bags, get the rental car and decend down the stairs to exit the airport.
The automatic doors open, and we emerge squinting into the sunlight. The humid air wrapping around me, warming my body. I breathe in, allowing this pure air to penetrate my lungs and giving myself a moment to register that We are finally here, our waiting is over!