Flying, Haiku, Photography, Poetry

Blogging From 30,000 Feet

…So I’m sitting here in my window seat writing, staring at some particularly fluffy clouds only partially obscuring my vision of the land beneath.  Some of the cloud peaks are magnificent reminding me of  mountain peaks;  others of peaks  of whipped cream.  Still others  are spread out and breaking up like ice floes on a tranquil sea of sky blue.

I’m all  ear budded up with my iPod, listening to Pretty Hate Machine. I’ve settled into that unique cocoon that you can get into at 30,000 feet – where you can consider your world, your life with a decidedly dispassionate view – like you’re somehow apart from it all.

I was thinking about sketching some of those clouds but I’ve changed my mind. My muse is telling me to record what I’m seeing in words instead.

Sandy earth below

Streaky sun through the window

Climbing higher now

Velocity up

Acute anticipation

Tomorrow’s mys’try

Mountain peaks or clouds

Clear vision or optic trick

Beauty is constant

Ear buds snuggled in

Music easing heart and soul

Turbulence warning