Journal Entry over Texas: In The Clouds

From 36000 feet, Texas farmland looks like diodes and circuitry slowly rolling beneath us. Roads, pathways and trails intersect and carve the earth into multicolored, multi shaped sections interrupted by natural curves of diverted streams and dry riverbed. Then, faster it seems than the ground passing beneath our wings, the wisps of cloudcover obscures the land and suddenly, we are a machine bird gliding over an ocean of misty ivory vapors. We are children on a snowbank, waiting for the final internal pull of courage, as we hold steadfast to the sides, we let gravity takeover and do the rest. The clouds like snow whiz by on our descent. We are all grinning mad fools taken by the sky and pools of painted white. One could reach out with fingers through timid clouds, feeling the wet dots of rain and young condensation trickle through the tiny chasms in your palms, and smile. Now we land, this foreign field of airplanes, fins and faces, in this place called Austin, Texas.