Eagles wings.

I look out over the Eagles wings. I sit on her back and can see the puffy clouds and we fly through them, I feel free as she dips in and out of the clouds, and sweeps from one side to another. My mind is clear and I realize how magical the world is. This world from up above is a maze of different colors and shapes. Different terrain; the ocean, rivers, mountains, deserts, all so close. We pass from one world to another. All so different and all the same. She calls out to me and tells me that she is about to start landing in the land of enchantment. I look down as we drop lower and lower and become familiar with the magnified cities and towns that I am so used to. Then we touch the earth, and slow to a stop. I have just reached my second home, New Mexico, all on eagles wings. 

My symbol was the eagle, who stands for an airplane. This is important because I travel very often back to New Mexico to visit my dad and every time I do I love to look out the window of the airplane and think about all of the things that I mentioned.