I love flying.
Watching the world whisk away beneath me. Everything miniature. A new perspective on life. The literal bigger picture..
Currently flying over middle America. Flying to see the Spaniard for the fourth of July. I can’t help but feel this is different. But good glory… where will I be a year from now? Haha.. oh how things change so quickly. It’s weird to think of such things and my immediate reaction is that I will be in a sad dark place. Maybe that because I feel that is all I deserve. Maybe it feels like that is what is next. I’m too happy… literally.. walking around the airports today with a stupid grin on my face. STUPID. Haha…..
Middle America’s sunset reminds me of cotton candy.. bright pink, purple.. the fluffy parts darken where the bites have been taken from adding texture to the otherwise bliss of repetitive texture.
