Within the hour I’ll land, and strangely enough I’m in no hurry to have it pass. I haven’t the slightest desire to sleep. There’s not an ache in my body. The night is cool and safe. I want to sit quietly in this cockpit and let the realization of my completed flight sink in… It’s like struggling up a mountain after a rare flower, and then, when you have it within arm’s reach, realizing that the satisfaction and happiness lie more in the finding than in the having. Plucking the flower and having it whither are inseparable… I almost wish Paris were a few more hours away. It seems a shame to land with the night so clear and so much fuel in my tanks.”

 

– Charles Lindebergh
Advertisements
%d bloggers like this: