A cloudy day. The city sits dark
beneath the clouds.
Solid with roads, bridges, buildings, runways
yet moving too, the cars, the trains and taxiing planes
beneath the grey clouds.
We rise. The brilliant sun illuminates
a dazzling cloudscape.
Impenetrable white in the constant light.
The faithful propeller spins, keeping us above
The whipped cream clouds. A cloudy day.
window seat. fast turning propeller. clouds. all pictures stuck in your mind. and all taking you to a peaceful holiday.
Still amazes me how these huge pieces of metal go up into the sky and stay there!