I finally greet takeoff
The wait has been long enough
As my weight is taken outside of nature’s pattern
And flippantly made lesser or greater
The faces worn by those around me
Range from stoic to panicked
The Woman beside me
Flinches dramatically during our ascension
Her pearlescent teeth clenched and eyes focused
On something only she can see
And while I know that
There are far more profound thoughts
To be had at 36,000 above
A single phrase has annexed my mind
‘Clouds really do look like cotton’
Impressive vocabulary. ?