Airplane- PDX to ATL at 6:30 am
Tuesday, March 24th, 2009Layer of pearly clouds above. To the east, dramatic peaks emphasized with snow. The rising sun turning the sky orange-pink behind them, sending streaming fingers of light to thread through the trees and houses below, stretching miniature shadows. The beams reach straight ahead too and touch us. I watch the ribboning river and roads, admire the tiny houses and think, “This is the world from 10,000 feet.”
Wrinkles of tree-rich hills below, a wealth of green marked by brown road necklaces. Ahead, a jagged mountain rises, cloaked in snow. A herd of clouds advances, hides it from view, keeping its secrets safe even from modern passengers of silver metal birds. My prying eyes will discover nothing- the price of a plane ticket not enough to earn it.
The clouds roll below, obscuring earth from view. We are now in-between people, in limbo between earth and sky, left to our own thoughts. False angels, strange birds.
Why would they not want to look out the window? It isn’t every day you become a bird.
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