The urge to take wing

My commute takes me by a big airport, one I've flown out of often. I love coming down the hill from the north, where I catch a fleeting glimpse of the field, stretched out and ready to give and receive. Today, on my way home, I caught this strong, really strong urge to hop on a plane and go somewhere, anywhere. To see what else is going on in the world. If only, to be on a plane above the clouds again.