As I fly above the clouds, I realize I am the closet to heaven I'll ever be. The clouds serve as a blanket; a blanket in which I could quite possibly lay my tired, worn body for a mid-summer's rest. What lies below them-remains indefinite. They break revealing beautiful shades of coral as the sun awaits the presence of the moon. City lights and bodies of water glimmer cascading shadows onto my curious eyes. I long to take a snapshot in my mind to possibly recreate the breathtaking anomaly before me.
-My first experience flying over the clouds.
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