Lift

Because some days, you need reminding that brilliance is still out there, in motion.

Seven streaks across a perfect sky. Bold. Precise. Unapologetically loud.

There’s something magnetic about watching formation flight—planes carving the air with deliberate grace, trailing proof of their passage like signatures. It’s not just about aviation; it’s about alignment, clarity, and the audacity to show up as a team and make it look effortless.

That’s what caught me today. In the blur of a flat Tuesday, this moment cut through. Heads turned skyward. Conversations paused. You could feel it—a collective lift. That reminder that above the routine, there’s precision, purpose, and spectacle. And maybe that’s what I needed: a reason to look up, even just for a minute.

We don’t always get to fly the formation. But some days, we get to witness it.