I’m writing this from umpty thousand feet in the air (I won’t embarrass myself by putting in an actual number because I have no clue how high a jet flies, though I probably should, and invariably I’ll be off by some huge number that would either have the plane falling out of the sky or breaking up as it slides through the atmosphere into space). The point is that I’m in the air. Way up here. Suspended in space, people. Doesn’t that seem like a little bit of a magic? And, yes, I know about the science behind it. As the daughter of an aeronautical engineer who helped send NASA satellites into space and now designs doo-dads that help make sure planes don’t fall out of the air and that pilots know how high they are in the sky (something I clearly don’t know), I get that this is all about science. But I like thinking about it in terms of magic more. To read more of Julie’s thoughts please click here. Visit FreshFiction.com to learn more about books and authors.