No sense
August 12, 2008We knifed through clouds that appeared to have the viscosity of foam, the plane angling north, then east on its ascent. There were no other planes in view, no buildings on the one mountain that broke the cloud-plane, no sense of the density of the world below.
Later, the clouds thinned to wisps and the towns, lakes, cars below came into view. Later, the sense of it all returned.
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