Flying to and from Detroit last week, as we crossed over the Cascades on our way east, I looked down and could have sworn I saw the earth’s ribcage, like that of a hungry beast after a long hard winter.
When we flew over farmlands, how could I not think of a tidy patchwork quilt?
Until we came to what looked like a giant game of Tiddly Winks.
I wondered why this river flows the way it does, taking the straight and narrow path…
…while this one flows across the same flat landscape, and goes every which way. If I were a river, this is probably what I would look like.
Even so, I can’t help but see patterns in the chaos. I liked the way these clouds lined themselves up, almost like checkers on a checker board.
I don’t want to get all Rorschach on you, but who doesn’t think this looks like a pair of shoes a giant lady kicked off to go running barefoot in a wheat field? Mmmm. In fact, maybe she was the one who left behind the giant Tiddly Winks.
Oh, I see what happened now. A giant snake came slithering across these hills and frightened her away. Okay, okay, so the snake’s head looks a bit like a dog’s, but it’s got a long skinny tongue and a rattle at the end.
When it comes to me and flight patterns, there are some things of which you can be certain. I am never bored, I prefer peanuts over pretzels, the window seat over the aisle, and am always ready to fly off into a sunset.
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