Flying on Planes

Have you ever looked for shapes in the clouds while you're flying high above them?

Have you ever watched the sun reflect off the moisture in the air- scattering warm displays of radiance?

Have you ever followed the pale white ground of the heavens until it fades to the brilliant blue of infinity?

Come fly with me. There is beauty in the air and we miss it every day with our feet so permanently on the ground.

Live, for a day, with your head in the clouds and tell me what you see.

Peace and Love.