Flying High In Memories

Wide expanse of the Pacific Ocean lying beneath our jet below for hours, measuring out time in the air by the miles we traverse over it's width, depths and heights. Special thoughts being held tenderly, gently, of times spent swimming in it, picking up shells and trinkets along the shore. Playing in the sand, enjoying being with parents and family for a day at the beach, flying high above it now. Recollecting happy memories of the good times we used to have in the good old days, especially when younger and full of life and happiness.