Just a moment in life. Up in the air.

Thirty-eight thousand feet in the air.

My oldest son Max is sitting to the right of me, by the window. We’re right above the plane’s wing, whose upward pointing tip is looking pretty and joyful, thanks to Southwest brand’s bright colors.

There are mountains and canyons beneath, some covered in snow.

We are heading from Southern Florida to Southern California. Our journey from one sunny place to another was interrupted by a changeover in Denver. For a few moments, exiting the first flight, we were able to feel the winter chill that we so rarely get exposed to these days; and then, as we were taking off, it started to snow. “If it snows like this, will there be lots of snow on the ground?”, my son asked. “Yes,” I said, “though it has to snow a lot more heavily for it not to melt”. Max is sixteen, but right then I felt like I was educating a toddler. That’s the reality of our life journeys. We’ve spent many years in California. We are a Russian family; I’ve sure seen a lot of snow in my life but my kids haven’t.

Today’s journey is not a trivial one. Last year we made the decision to move to Florida. It was mainly to help our young daughter…