Saturday, April 30, 2011


The moment we take off fog rushes over the wing;
As if we have somehow magically reached the clouds in an instant.

The dark landscape below is generously laden with gems of light;
Evoking memories of some glittering antique jewelry box.

The sparkling hills tilt and shift as we climb further into the mist.
The window across the isle is painted with soft blues and blazing oranges.

The sky ignites with morning as the sun races to catch us.

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