*Let it be noted that the articles I will be posting for this month will probably be written on a piece of tissue, the back of a receipt, or a stripper voucher before they will be online. Ironically I'm in the states but my access to the net is limited.*
No matter where you go, you can always count on carrot cake to cheer you up. Apparently it's something you can enjoy 37,000 feet above the ground.
Yup. That's where I am right now as I create this piece. It's getting me plenty dizze, but it's a really long way before we touch down in LA. Currently the in-flight movie has Hillary Duff in it, so I'm getting my jollies off by looking out the window.
It's unclear as to what exact time it is right now - I couldn't really give you an answer because we're crossing time zones. But I can tell you it's night time, and the view outside to me is nothing less than spectacular.
I'm impressed by the scene during daytime - the majestic feel of being above the clouds for once instead of below them (sic). But at night it seems like they take on a different state, losing form, rolling out flat, creating a faint horizon in the distance. It's like an alternate reality that I'm looking at out there tonight - A "second floor" that nobody has ever walked on, but instead fell through. The fact that I can only look outside only adds to how... mesmerizing it is.
Volare, indeed. You can add this up to my list of reasons to fly - I want to walk on that ethereal field of snow.
I just wish I had a friend here with me to share my dizziness, and more impotantly, this view. I guess it's a piece of conversation to consider. And I'm imagining it's how some couples get into the Mile-Hi club.
Ignorance, like time, flies.