story 6.2

I love flying over mountains and seeing their shadows. I love seeing farms from way way up and trying to figure out what the very long, very light coloured thing is. I love flying over subdivisions, with their little curvy roads spouting culdesacs, and how they look like mesoamerican petroglyphs, if you're far enough up. I love seeing puffy clouds on the horizon, and I love the way the sun hitting the top of the cloud, and the shadow on the bottom, makes them look just like mountains reflected in clear lakes. For what may be the first time, I was descending through those puffy clouds right at sunset, and they were red the whole way through, and then, just as the cloud started feathering, and we were coming out, the whole world was momentarily rose coloured, before it became it's usual, still beautiful, self.