Instant mind-opening, perspective shift, lucidity. Doesn’t happen very often, but it does happen at the beginning of a flight when it’s hopelessly overcast and rainy.
From the ground the day is smothered with drear. It’s humid and the tinted windows at the airport make it seem even darker than it is. The plane takes off. The water runs diagonally along the windows and we are quivering through the thick gray blanket of clouds. Soft golden light peaks through until the plane ascends into clarity. Within minutes we are in a painting of heaven, colored with pinks and blues, basking in rays of sunlight.
How quickly are we to forget the possibility of the other side of the way life is currently presenting itself.
