The Clouds are Beautiful
I never thought I’d get tired of looking out the window when flying in an airplane. I thought I’d just sit at the window and watch the whole time no matter how long the flight was.
It’s beautiful, but they don’t hold my attention for so long any more. I’m not sure why. Because they aren’t so mysterious any more? Because I know it’s just water vapor (or something like that?)? Because I’ve got other boring things on my mind.
I thought I’d always been all about the window seat, now I’m all about the aisle so I can get up and wander and stretch when I want.
Instead of watching, I’m just reading and writing and watching movies. I’m not sure why on some lever I’m considering that to be a bad thing?
But here I am typing away instead of watching..(As I look at what I just wrote, I think maybe I’ve written something similar in the past on a different trip. Maybe not, maybe I just thought about writing it. For obvious reasons I can’t look right now.)