flying clouds


The plane continued to climb, steeply climbing through an endless soupy cloud that brightly reflected the plane’s wingtip lights off of their thick white and grey backdrops. I wondered if the pilots felt claustrophobic. I wondered if they ever felt panicky and anxious as they plunged blindly through clouds and the dark, never seeing where they were going, but doing so at over five hundred clicks an hour.

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