Sometimes You Have to See Blue Angels

I thought it might be more interesting to see the take off and landing rather than the actual show over Lake Washington. And then there's the real story which is that I was too unorganized to make it up to Seafair in time. Around noon I suddently realized I didn't just want to see the Blue Angels, I had to see them. The show started at 1:30, so after some frantic Googling, I found out they take off and land at the Museum of Flight, near Boeing Field (closer to Tacoma, no parking hassles, etc.) It was cool to see certain 'Who knew?' features such as the fly-by-numbers line up.



The moment before the Blue Angels take off, there is a great plume of smoke. Then they taxi down the runway for a few not-that-fast seconds. By the time you blink they are in the distant horizon.

I'm drawn to overt life force. I can't stand stillness or absolute silence. Having a fan in the room keeps my need for chi happy. Dancing, thundering, graceful, beautiful (yep, I like them) 1,400 mph airplanes in my zone takes me to the source of it all. I don't see an anthropomorphic deity. I see my deity in thunderstorms, ocean waves, mountains, and Blue Angels.

Corny? Maybe when you read it. But definitely not when you feel it.