A roar in the sounds in the distance. At first I don’t notice, but the dog barks frantically, convinced she’s the only thing standing between us and total destruction. I suspect the UPS truck, but the roar gets louder and with a smile, I recognize the familiar sound just the Blue Angels tear a hole in the sky above my house. It’s air show time again.
I’m not a huge fan of crowds, loud noises, or giant machines so air shows aren’t a major draw for me. Luckily, I only live a mile or so from the base, so I get to watch the Blue Angels from the comfort of my deck as they practice their maneuvers. The only downside is they’re going so fast, I hardly have time to grab a camera before they’re gone. It’s a beautiful thing to watch those planes fly in perfect formation, like water ballet at 700 mph.
As someone who could never learn to follow a dance partner, I’m in awe of pilots who are able to fly with such precision. I’m sure they have a natural talent for flying, but it’s the hours and hours of study, training, and practice that make them able to do what they do. That’s the lesson I need to take. Talent is good, but practice makes you great.
Now, back to work.