The most peaceful feeling in the whole world is being at about 13,000 feet with the setting sun at your back. The wispy clouds on the horizon have joined with the sun to turn the far eastern horizon the most delightful crimson red. The huge mountain range in front of you has already experienced sunset, and it has lost its red hue and is slowly changing to a deep purple. The lights of the approaching city have begun to twinkle, and the brightest star (or maybe it is a planet) can be seen as well. The air is as smooth as a baby's bottom and, with the radio turned off, there is nothing but the throbbing of the engines to even indicate you are moving through space. The world seems so immense, and human squabbles seem so small.

"With Eagles and Horses I'm Flying Again" --John Denver

Sigh,

Freightdawg