Somehow when I look out of the window as the airplane ascends, I feel as though my worries are disappearing. I am taken to such a serene place. Boy, I need to get away more often.
The sights from the window are the best part of flying.
Other than that, I kind of have to be well-lubricated in order to be on a plane without freaking out. But, if I look out at the clouds, I try to think I'm floating on a pillow.
It is easy to feel like you are a tiny piece of heaven -- that is, after you try to forget you are in a metal box flying through air! Thanks for stopping by.
Fluffy clouds! When I was a little red dirt girl, I used to lay on my back in the grass and watch the clouds float past. It was fun trying to figure out what they looked like: a dragon, a dog, a car ... I do miss those days of innocent wonderment.
I like the twist of the last stanza of Mecca ...made me re-read the whole poem over again!
RDG- I do believe that little girl is still there, looking at the clouds and letting her mind drift away, though she is much older now. That is the funny thing about being in the sky like that -- you look down and everything looks small but yet you feel as small and insignificant as is possible.
ah...i had the pleasure of looking out the plane window a couple months ago.
your pictures remind me of one of my favorite books, the little prince by st. exupery. in it he gives many differences between grown ups and children. one of the first is "riding on the train, grown ups read the paper, children press their noses against the window." curiosity and wonder :)
I had forgotten about that passage in THE LITTLE PRINCE. What a nice thought. I am afraid I do both but since I am a grownup, I guess I am thankful I still get excited by the window seat, still marvel at the wonders to be seen.
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Somehow when I look out of the window as the airplane ascends, I feel as though my worries are disappearing. I am taken to such a serene place. Boy, I need to get away more often.
Lovely pictures, David.
XO
Thank you, Cinnamon Girl. It was a beautiful morning with the light and the layers of clouds. Certainly felt a little heavenly.
My trip was work-related, but there should always be time to sneak in a vacation.
The sights from the window are the best part of flying.
Other than that, I kind of have to be well-lubricated in order to be on a plane without freaking out. But, if I look out at the clouds, I try to think I'm floating on a pillow.
Hope your trip was awesome, despite the business.
Oh, and just wanted to say, also...
"Mecca" is a wonderful piece.
Nicely done.
Ms Strumpet,
It is easy to feel like you are a tiny piece of heaven -- that is, after you try to forget you are in a metal box flying through air! Thanks for stopping by.
And thanks for the nice words on "Mecca."
Fluffy clouds! When I was a little red dirt girl, I used to lay on my back in the grass and watch the clouds float past. It was fun trying to figure out what they looked like: a dragon, a dog, a car ... I do miss those days of innocent wonderment.
I like the twist of the last stanza of Mecca ...made me re-read the whole poem over again!
xxx
RDG- I do believe that little girl is still there, looking at the clouds and letting her mind drift away, though she is much older now. That is the funny thing about being in the sky like that -- you look down and everything looks small but yet you feel as small and insignificant as is possible.
Thanks so much for reading, RDG.
ah...i had the pleasure of looking out the plane window a couple months ago.
your pictures remind me of one of my favorite books, the little prince by st. exupery. in it he gives many differences between grown ups and children. one of the first is "riding on the train, grown ups read the paper, children press their noses against the window." curiosity and wonder :)
I had forgotten about that passage in THE LITTLE PRINCE. What a nice thought. I am afraid I do both but since I am a grownup, I guess I am thankful I still get excited by the window seat, still marvel at the wonders to be seen.
Thank you Lime, for your wisdom
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