Flying westbound, chasing the dawn, witnessing the daily great reveal as sunlight tentatively touches the face of earth…that is where we belong. This morning, Columbia awakens and flows to the sea while the last clouds of night cling to her banks and remember the night. We watch the scene, evolve from our lofty perch and we are a part of it. We breath deeply and relax in the air where everything is simple and, even in the worst of times, still an expression of a harmonic balance between light and dark, warm and cold, wind and calm, earth and sky…This is where we live. This is who we are. We will never forget our brothers and sisters who were ripped from the heavens on September 11th, 2001. Peace.