Yesterday I took an airplane back to Minneapolis from Chicago.
While hundreds of thousands miles up in the air...
I wondered if birds were afraid of planes.
I wondered how many people have ever flown in the air.
I wondered if there was a ritual that my pilot did every time before he flew.
I wondered if anyone else on the plane was listening to Coldplay's Fix You on repeat.
I wondered if the dude next to me could hear my music playing.
I wondered how many babies were at ground level in their mother's arms pointing at us way up in the sky.
It was the first time in a long time that I was okay with "not knowing." Let's see how long that lasts.