Throne in the Sky
Posting from the confines of a thoroughly Floridian hotel suite, so luxuriant in its layout that there are literally no stairs available to guests to ambulate between floors. The one stairwell I found ended in a dim cavern with moths flitting about and a dusty “EMERGENCY EXIT ONLY” sign on the door.
But en route to Miami. By holy double super extraordinary jove himself I must say. Not only some of the best clouds I’ve ever seen, but perhaps one of the most beautiful (in the natural-world sense) hours of my dear life.
Biblical would be an understatement. Terrifyingly apocalyptic, or pre-civilizatic, as if on the turbulent surface of Jupiter. And I was free to observe it all from my throne at 36,000 feet.
Cuba landfall tomorrow.