I love plane rides. The familiar feeling of insomniac anticipation. Peering out the window and down below for a glimpse of seemingly limitless frontiers to be explored. Islands swallowed by concrete jungles. The sunsets and sunrise, at times so bright that it bleaches out the world. The powerful desire to reach out and touch the cloud mist of cotton balls.
The dark blanket of sky. Lit cities. Little cars. Tiny people. Open lands and fields surrounded by granite mountains. Thrusting steeples of rock, sometimes towering buildings, piercing into the blue yonder so high that one would imagine the sky to be punctured permanently. Green pockets of grass and vein of rivers leading into the majestic ocean. The view that changes with every flight, none ever the same, none ever again. Flying fleeting moments.
I dedicate this post to all wanderlusters out there. Keep that anticipation alive. Plan your next trip. Ask for the window seat and enjoy the view!