Today’s Monday Miracle is that I am back home in Florida.

(At least, I hope so.  This post was written ahead of time–so I wouldn’t forget.  But unless you’ve heard of something unmentionable involving airplanes yesterday, it’s a pretty safe bet.)

And thank goodness.

Because I have a hard time believing in air travel.

And it is disconcerting to participate in something that seems so unlikely.

I mean, have you ever seen an airplane?!

Usually, I don’t really look at the airplanes I’m boarding.  I walk down an enclosed jetway through a portal and sit down in a seat inside a tube (sort of).  But when you travel to and from Maine, you get to be bussed across the tarmac, hand your rollaboard over to a guy with a cart (because even the carry-on won’t fit on the plane), and climb a set of stairs with the airplane attached.

Large as life and twice as natural.

Now, a plane to Maine is small.  But it’s bigger than anything I know how to get up into the air.

So it seems unlikely that air travel is actually possible.

But it must be.  Because here I am.  Back home in Florida, when yesterday I was in Maine.

Whew!