I was winding down for the night when I remembered I’m supposed to be writing something.
Then I thought about thoughts, and how they become things.
Earlier today, I heard a plane flying over, but it didn’t sound like a jet. So I poked my head at the door and saw a prop plane (think of one of those planes you see dragging a banner across the sky with an announcement).
It’s easy to take airplanes for granted because you see them flying overhead all the time. In fact, these days it would be weird not to see/hear a plane flying overhead.
But there was a time when flying was just a thought.
“there was a time when flying was just a thought”
I love it! It’s truly amazing how humans can have an idea and then combine things in their environment to create something that wasn’t there before. Fascinating when you stop and think about it.