3 thoughts on “Eight Miles High

  1. Cumulus islands in a sun drenched sea of mist with the gentle curvature of land’s end on the horizon. This is the part of flying I miss. Taking my shoes and belt off, emptying my pockets and queuing up to be scrutinized and browbeaten by rent-a-cops, not so much.

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