Sun rays the hue of grapefruit reflect off the snow-white mountains.
Imitating volcanic eruptions,
the turbulent air trembles with anticipation.
The shaky cabin brings to mind the fragility of our mortal bodies.
As we ascend towards the skies,
I am reminded of the tale of Icarus and the folly of man.
Looking down,
the terrestrial ground has been replaced with a carpet of clouds.
The ancient Greeks must have thought this to be heaven.
Catching glimpses of lightning
so brief,
I am unsure I ever saw them.
Perpetually chasing the ever elusive horizon,
always just out of grasp.
Even despite our best efforts.