Between the heavens and the earth, it all looks very different. Whitfield and deserts become interchangeable. Lush green forests transform into something recognizable, like those scarves grandma used to make, ready in time for late spring. At this altitude, one truly gets a full scope of all the fruits of God's creation and Man's labour.
But seeing and experiencing are two entirely different entities. We were never meant to view the world from 20, 000 feet up in the air, let alone practically live there. That is, if you can call living out of a carry-on on a 747 living.
My life is dominated by three letter places, like JFK, YYZ, LAX, microwaved meals, crying kids and their useless and helpless parents. There are the occasional and temporary lapses in this monotonous life I live. I never tire of the sweat-drenched faces of boonieland bumpkins, as they sit beside someone wearing a religious or ethnic outfit. Hell, sometimes I go weeks without shaving, just so I can see that priceless expression. But those moments are far and between.
I often envy those people frustrated at a flight board filled with cancellations and delays. To me there isn't a more beautiful view.
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