Scenes from a Plane

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Aerial Landscape

Departing over Australia

A ruffled dark blue skirts the sidelines of the view, edged in flecks of lacey white and scattered crescents of sun bleached gold, before the stippled scruffy dark green of the bush peppered with soot and terracotta tiles. The landscape gives way to the sprawl of tiny squares of red brick and green lawn, lines with cement and fluid metal strokes densely packed till they spread fragmenting outwards and apart into larger squares of red and green and all the shades between and the lines narrow to filigree hairlines and the grid jarrs and slides apart into a chaotic patchwork till white clouds of bulbous figures against a white land sweep into view and a line between white and blue is formed in yellow and orange as purple creeps into the line darkening blue and darkening white till both are black.

Siberian Snow Drifts

Flying from Japan to London over Russia, yet to hit Italy

An expanse that fills the space till its boundaries blur into oblivion, threaded with thick curling rivers of snow that wend and twist their way, breaking up the clusters of mountains, their sinewey peaks dusted in icing sugar and branching icicles sit against the dark earthy brown of their substance. In places a vivid peach hits the snowy peaks illuminating half the mountain, but the sun itself is not seen, only the full moon, and as the mountains and snows are softly swallowed up by the darkening bright blue sky that drapes itself against the ridges, does it shine so vividly and bright, a pure white silver that I doubt I ever saw a brighter moon.

Aurora Borelias

How the fuck am I supposed to describe this but on the way to London from Tokyo we were treated with a small show of northern lights, a gorgeous treat and surprise.

These soft ribbons of the palest green light, a refreshing shade of mint, hazey against the the grey blue dark, it melts in and out fading away and blurring back again, it is mostly still yet now and again it dances, lithe figures of green rocking from side to side crisscrossing each other, flashing as they catch the light of the moon, and the moon, oh how bright it glistens as it watch the hazey people dance, brighter pure silver this time, could it burn any brighter I wonder.

Ice Flows

Still flying between Japan and London, morning is breaking and we're getting closer to London... what are we flying over? more of Russia? Finland? who knows in this altered reality.

On the horizon there are streaks of orange and amongst the blue and misty grey a few threads of gold, lights of a distant city, and a field of white and amongst this field huge cracks of black, a broken fissure of dark against the white, oh how my heart aches at its cracked beauty till the iceflows are swallowed up by banks of clouds unbroken by such huge gapes, that I have seen such things is a wonder.