There I was, driving down the road trying to take in all of the sights as I enjoyed the scenery. A fresh snow had blanketed the ground; there were only a few cars traveling on the newly salted roads, my coffee was warm, and my audio book played in the background. A sense of peaceful tranquility filled my mind. Then… out of the corner of my eye, he grabbed my attention. A simple little pig. Standing outside his pen looking up to the sky. I began to think about a marketing piece I had read recently. It was a from a company that provided flying instructions. “What makes you look skyward? Is it the whoosh of a jet airliner, or the mesmerizing drone of…