for the second time in my life, i’ve found myself inspired by the way cities project on clouds. of course, i was flying high above those clouds, but still. it’s gorgeous.

cities from a plane at night fascinate me. i always pick the window seat on flights. it’s just more enjoyable to be able at any time to glance outside and see something new, from an incredibly unique perspective. it makes me put other issues in my life into a similar perspective; it’s refreshing.

plus sitting next to the window lets me see the horizon, or at least some orientation point, so i don’t barf during turbulence.

so when there are low-lying clouds, and we’re ascending or descending, and those cities cast orange and grey and purple and blue glows on the clouds above, and i can see that collective magic rather than the individual neon and street lights themselves, i am enlightened. coupled with some good music, i suddenly find myself not wanting to be on the plane at all, but to somehow be floating at will, independently, or jumping in the clouds or taking a nap because the clouds look like they should feel like cotton balls, until i tire of seeing the wonder of industry meeting nature.

also enlightening? episodes of it’s always sunny in philadelphia being watched on my nano. whooa that charlie day is hilarious. one time i had a dream about him. we made out. it was a marvelous dream.