The first travel day

On my way to Eugene’s airport at 10 am. The pale green lichen on all the branches of the leaf trees were shining in the morning light. Left Hubby behind with a heavy heart but it is good to know that his son is with him.
20 hours later I will be in Europe and the time will be 9 hours ahead of ours here.
I always ask myself what happens with the time while we are flying.
Is it a timeless hole?