Flying high

How exactly does one explain a river of blue-grey cotton balls meandering over a greyer landscape?

Am soaring high in sky. Above the grey landscape below, and above the spectacle of grey cotton clouds fluffing up like a river heading seaward. Ahead and a little beneath the horizon is an ocean of cotton balls.

Above this horizon, a distinct line between grey cotton  and picturesque pale-pink and pink-gold flanked by pale sky blue, sums up for twilight. That pre-dawn spectacle is such a rare treat? However often one flies, getting to watch sun rays play magic is a treat in itself.

The colours change dramatically as the sun shows up, its golden pink tinged rays hitting fluffy clouds to sihouette them with golden white. It is as if these clouds are sun-bathing.

My eyes are drooly from lack of sleep at night. I have woken up at 3.30 am, done a mad rush to the airport with my husband, said those hurried `byes' and got into the plane even before darkness dimmed. All I want now is sleep, while the sun rays hit reluctant eyes.

Nature's visual gift outside of my plane window tempts me on however, to stay awake and lose myself to it. Guess the lack of sleep and wait at the crowded security lounge, waiting in a long queue at the airport Coffee Day to pay 70 bucks for a cup of coffee, and finally drag myself into the plane...it was all worth it!

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Pic: Days Between by Oblivious Dude