As I have a lot of opportunities to take flights through my work, over time I've become somewhat numb to the stunning vistas that can be seen from the window of a plane mid-flight. But today, flying in to Washington DC, we had quite an incredible view that captured my imagination.
There were thunderstorms in the area and we were warned of a potentially turbulent landing. We stayed above the clouds for quite a time, and from above the clouds were incredible -- pure white against a bright blue sky, puffy and seemingly still. Because we were expecting turbulence, they reminded me of icebergs, beautiful from a distance but dangerous up close. Our plane would get close to one, and it would rear up in its whiteness, growing larger and larger in the window. Then we would go by, unscatched. If we ever did have to descend into one, sure enough, turbulence and a grey mist would fill the windows. Then out we would come, and the scene was filled with these silent giants.
We finally descended enough that we came underneath them all, to a gray-blue day with large swatches of shadows moving over the landscape.
We landed on time, early even, to an airport in disarray, as many of the flights leaving the area had been delayed or canceled due to the threat these clouds posed. It wasn't even raining outside.
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