When I think of that moment at take off when the wheels lift and the plane and all it’s inhabitants are thrown from the earth, when I’m pressed back into my seat, I usually make a mental leap to moments later as I look out over the city we’re flying away from. Whether I’m leaving home or a place I’m just visiting, there’s something comforting about surveying it from up in the air.
Today though, I was reminded of something I love even more. That moment when the plane ascends and you realize you’re raising up through a blanket of clouds so thick that it will obscure everything below for miles.
Stuck in the fluffy white which, while in it, is even brighter than direct sunlight, makes me think I might go snow blind.