As the plane climbs out of Richmond airport, the city comes into view. The downtown nestled against the river makes for a beautiful scene. It is green with the newness of Spring, the river filled from vernal rains. I'm often thankful we live here.
As the plane turns on final approach to Denver's airport, the Front Range of the Rockies comes into view. The man next to me was skiing a few days ago and plans to again this week up there in the high mountains. To begin and end a journey, linking two such beautiful places, is a blessing.
Children play conductor at the front of the tram taking passengers from gates to terminal in the Denver airport.