There's No Place Like Home…

While flying back across the ocean from our vacation, I was peering out of the window of the Boeing 767 we were on from an altitude of about 32,000 feet. Sandwiched there between two layers of clouds, I felt like I could step directly into the heavenly realm, right there and then. The sun glistened off of the billowing peaks, as though they were great marshmallow mountains. There was a peaceful serenity as we glided through their expanse. As I surveyed the enormity of the never-ending horizon...