Sunrise from the air, with the golden, peachy light behind Mt. Hood. Then the sun coming through the pink horizon to turn the sky blue.
It’s a sort of poem to the quotidian, seeing it from a different angle.
Above the snowy lakes.
Shining on my face glued to the window.
I don’t bother to pretend I’m not impressed. I always love it.
Landing in a new world in San Diego. Blue ocean instead of Oregon’s steel gray ,brown mountains instead of green, cityscape and palm trees. Thousands of swimming pools. Terra cotta tile instead of composition roofs. Palms instead of pines and firs.
Then flying down Baja’s alien desert landscape, watching the Sea of Cortez and its greens and blues shifting beneath us. Blue sky. No clouds. No trees. Brown rock and 1000 miles of blue water eventually turning into scrubby bushes and tall cactus nearer to Land’s End.
Another new world, all in one day.
Scribbling it all down before we land and I have to stow my electronics.