RITUAL. - I used to take the aisle seat for every single flight. More leg room, get out when I want, off the plane faster. Then one time I got "stuck" in a window seat. I watched the clouds passed, stared at the buildings below, watched the sun go down. Now it's my ritual to take the window seat. To sacrifice some comfort for the view. Sometimes it's the Rockies (pictured), or seeing land for the first time in 7,500 miles as we head into Sydney from LAX, or even just watching the sun rise to remind me what a beautiful world we live in. What an awesome ritual.