I seldom fly. The reasons are complicated and boring (not environmentally friendly, bad ears, blah blah) so I prefer to meander my way around on trains and boats. I like to drink some kombucha, read a book and pat myself on the back for living consciously.
Recently, I needed to get to the west coast from the east coast and I didn't have a week to set aside for travel. What's an old hippy to do? Good question, I tucked my principles in my pocket and hopped on a plane. You knew I would, didn't you? I also got tubes put in my ears, but that's another story.
From above the earth has a wisdom and order that I had forgotten, a perfect harmony of dissonance, this and that blending into one. There is a tapestry of hues and topography that blend together seamlessly. Differences? No, it's all one.