Aflight again

Looking down at the water over JFK, we have lift off. I feel like an alien, or more in awe of this earth. There is a comfort associated with this planet and walking it day by day that makes you more nostalgic for it as you see it disappear underneath you.

Lines of beaches cut the water like blood vessels, only the reverse of human coloring. In this instance the solid sand bars the color of human skin reach out into the liquid blue of the ocean, a body all its own. And then a vessel--a sea vessel, the only speck for miles apart from tiny waves breaking and breaking upon themselves. They are the stars of the sea, an ocean of white dwarfs. As we ascend into the clouds, mere stepping stones seem to separate us, continent to continent.

St. Maarten, here we come!