Today’s reflection is based on pix taken through this window. For most of my flight I was transfixed—watching clouds go by and snapping pix along the way. Flying in the boundless sky, above and through clouds. If I was a painter, I’d reflect the emotions evoked on canvas. But, since I’m a poet I’ll express the emotions instead with words and writing. Misty layers, floating. Never forever. Never the same. Whimsical, shifting, changing. Transitory shapes. Bulging monster or volcano erupting? If I could but grab your fleecy form, luminous in the setting sun. Effervescent are you, elusive cloud. Back on ground. Sitting in the garden observing sensational azure sky till fluffy whiteness dotted the scene, ever changing, shifting cloud.
Delightful!
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Thanks Zunairah!!! It was delightful watching the clouds from the window of Delta’s plane
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