Text: From the seat by the window, we peer through the viewfinder to all that is visible. Ascending, we reflect on what was left behind and what is yet ahead. Far above, our eyes see the world below. We search for the familiar. Farms take on the beautiful patterns of hand-stitched quilts, mountains appear as sculpture, and vast bodies of water seem powerfully still. Clouds sit thick, rich in form, calling to us with familiar shapes of things we believe to recognize. For a brief time, our thoughts drift. The earth below, brilliant in every aspect. Its inhabitants, stewards of such a gift.
We are in quiet awe.
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