On the walk home from my bus stop on a beautiful autumn day, I was walking through my favorite little street. It is very lonesome and peaceful with sun light leaking through the trees that form a tunnel of branches and leaves hanging over head the road. The kind of street you’d never want to leave. On my little lonesome street, it’s not hard to forget the hustle and bustle of life.
        On that particular day, summer was showing the last of its sweet warmth and green grass, almost as a final goodbye amid the colorful leaves and soft wind lulling me into a daze of absolute content. I was alarmed to hear a buzz above me. When I turned my head upwards, I found the mysterious sounds master. It belonged to a crop duster.
        This got me thinking. I wish didn’t have to do homework. Wouldn’t it be great if I were enjoying the day flying a crop duster around. What would my life be like if I had all the money I ever needed, and could go out and spend my days entertaining myself with activities such as that? What would it be like to live in a big house and not have a worry in the world? Suddenly, I too, was flying with my companion above. We didn’t have to worry about money on account of our father’s success as a lawyer. We were out of college, and just having some fun these days. Today we were working on me getting my flying license because my brother had already gotten his. I looked down at the little houses and streets and cars. The ground.
        I looked down and found that my head was no longer several thousand feet above the tree tops, but resting upon my body. My body on my feet. And there was the ground, just under my feet, waiting to be tread, so I kept on walking along my path. I looked up and saw the birds singing, the vibrant colors of the leaves, and the strong sturdy trees below them. I realized that the loveliest thing you can do on the ground that you can’t on a plane is… look up.