As we take off for my second flight of the day I press my face to the glass (only briefly thinking about hygiene)

I don’t bother with the mask this time 

Playtime with little boy of the last flight broke me down 

My heart is cracked open right now despite my fatigue 

I simply don’t want to be part of the mask wearing team anymore 

I don’t want to hide 

I notice a little boy behind me watching me watching the clouds

He is the watcher that watches the watcher

Then he begins to watch the window channel too 

I realise that peripherally I am now the watcher that watches the watcher who once watched her

I enjoy the sound they sentence makes in my brain 

The airplane window channel is particularly engaging today 

First we had the coloured puddles throwing back the immense beauty of a sunset 

Then we have the toy city channel 

Bridges and ridges 

Cubes and circles 

Places I wonder if I will ever see but doubt if they will ever have the beauty of a bird’s eye view close up 

I guess that is why religions often see heaven located in clouds above us 

I am currently in heaven 

Clouds rush by before rolling out a beatific multi layered carpet 

The sky is a pastel palate that compliments the puffetty bunny tailed clouds 

I catch a view of the sunset reflected from the metal of a wing and marvel at my capacity to see beauty as soon as my feet leave the ground 

I am grateful for this moment