The magnificence of white, gray and pale blue. Cindy can not get enough of it. Twenty eight thousand feet up, the sky is a visual symphony for her. She does not have any sensation of movement. The sound is a hair dryer running continuously, so voices sound distant and the other humans cease to speak for the effort is too much. The marching cadence of clouds are as varied as anything she has ever seen and it brings her joy even as her eyes tire of watching out the small window.
In the beginning the clouds were overhead and underneath with lapis blue pools in between. The overhead clouds cast rays of sun to the lower group and the light made strong patterns, random patterns of light and dark. Under the lower clouds these rays never would touch the earth. Such is the magic of sky. The clouds encased CindySleigh in the fog of gray she loves and knows so well. It is the womb she was born in and will always return to.
Her shoulders relaxed as she took in the mist and let it massage her mind. At one point the clouds were acres and acres of round shapes completely filling the rectangular window. Huge, white, cotton balls were just sitting there waiting to be picked and spun into a giant web to cushion her pain. As is usual, the power of the moment distracted her to the past. To her body freezing in place when it is easy to move. Cindy left the plane for a while to re experience the passion that drives her and the void that stops her both at the same time. This took about a half an hour.
All of a sudden Cindy came back to the present and saw the sky play at being the land. The Arctic in all its glory was just outside her window. Miles of visual ice and snow with lovely gray blue shadows cutting in as the slabs of ice slowly moved apart. Infinite distance was with her as the clouds cut and sliced themselves to form another part of the world for CindySleigh. With her vision glued to the horizon countless miles away the rods of her eyes could not absorb any more blue and the sky was a red and blue speckled lavender as it climbed up to the heavens.
As this metal winged bird descended most of the clouds disappeared and a large muddy snake wound its way across the landscape called earth as far as Cindy's eyes could see. Fields cut out on either side to use the river for nourishment as a mother nurses a child. Tiny tufts, like those that poke out of a pillow moved across, duplicating themselves in shadow on the murky reptile we call the Mississippi. Dark shadow cloud patterns four times larger than the clouds themselves which are so delicate and white. This vast shadow slowly slid across the land making darkness that is hardly noticeable when one's feet are on the ground.
The plane bumped a few times and pushed Cindy way back, deep in her seat. She now was on the ground again. Cindy knows eventually ones feet must be on the ground but oh what flights of fancy the endless sky holds for her dreams.
