A View from a Plane

I could talk about my journey. About how Mike always lets me sit by the window knowing how I like to stare off into the distance and see what the universe painted there. I could write about what I saw; how above and below us was an ever changing canvas that all at once made me feel small and as if I could take on the world. Oddly enough, I can never find the words to describe what it is I see or feel when I look out at the sky. Words always seem so trivial when compared to what I’m describing. This time I’ll let the pictures, taken on my little iphone, take the place of my words. I’ll let the images attempt to do the sky and our journey through it justice.

Currently Listening to: Hands Open by Snow Patrol

Love, e