The clouds look beautiful, soaring high and generously donating shade to the sea beneath. All oddly shaped, yet very soothing. It’s a totally different look from up here; the clouds seem so much more alive, so full of life. I just saw a cloud, standing above the others. It seemed to reach out to touch the plane, to touch me. So close, yet so far. But in a way it did, how I don’t know.
It’s hard to explain in words how it feels to be here, above the world. The feeling is exhilarating, almost magical. It’s quite here, no buses, cars, only the small noise of the plane’s engine. I’d rather have it on than off. XM satellite radio playing, with songs I like. I see another big cloud now, but this time it looks like one of those pyramids shaped like a cat sitting down. I think the clouds look beautiful, wishing I could stay up here as I fly past them counting down the time before I have to land again.
Here comes the land. “Please keep your trays in the upright position.” I guess I have to stop writing, here comes the land. Oh! The treacherous land.
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john
Your attempts to look like a pseudo-intellectual are spectacularly horrible.
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