Yes, I know I mis-spelled it, but when you spend most of a day above the clouds, it seems that the word for such an experience should be more lofty than the same word that is used in such phrases as, 'fight or flight,' or 'she is flighty,' or even 'flight of fancy.'
As we left the wild west and flew out to the culture-vated east, we flew over most every kind of cloud! We flew over roiling stormy clouds, over clouds that looked like waves of water,
over clouds that looked so much like fields of snow you felt certain that you could ski across them,
over a seemingly endless cloud horizon,
and over clouds that Georgia O'Keefe could have painted onto a beautiful mural sized canvas.
Then, when the clouds separated for moments, we saw the white seam where the Great Lakes meet the land...
and tiny houses that I could play Monopoly with,
and finally, the skyline of Boston.
To paraphrase Dr. Seuss, "from there to here, from here to there, marvelous things are everywhere!"
- Posted from my iPad