Flying ... A wonder that still fascinates

I love that moment at the beginning of every flight as the aircraft stops at the end of the runway, ready to hurtle down the tarmac, engines roaring. As the turbines spin faster and faster, there's a very slight hesitation as if the huge lump of metal is asking, "do you really think I can fly?"
Then it all kicks in and we're underway. This morning we took off to the north and then banked right over Sydney's Eastern suburbs.There outside the window was the Sydney Opera House, Harbour Bridge and the whole harbour glistening in the morning sun. Beautiful.
Flying south you see the beauty of the south coast beaches as the aircraft climbs to cruising height and speed. Flight never fails to be a source of wonder to me.
When occasionally some of my fellow passengers close their window shade I want to shake them and say, "don't you realise the beauty and wonder that's outside - don't block it out."
You'll be pleased to know I never do.