The sky is a haze of blue and white. The different formations of clouds are breathtaking. Inviting. I would so love to walk out onto the wing. Not that I want to die. I don’t. Just for the experience. I know it would kill me but in my head it doesn’t. In my head I just sit with my legs dangling into the untouched sky and breathe. Then I’d push myself off and float in slow motion through the blue.
I can see the moon way way up above me. I can only see the crescent but convince myself I can also see the part in shadow. Its apparent stillness is hypnotizing even though we all know it is hurtling along besides ourselves at breakneck speed.
The window is scratched from the outside. What has caused it? Rain, frost, I don’t know. The patterns are complex and look like the scribbles of a child.
Outside the window everything fits. It is nature at its most spectacular. Why would you pull down the blind?
There are so many people on this flight that look miserable as sin. They’re flying through the air. No matter how miserable their lives they should never lose sight of that.