Chasing the Sun

When I fly over top of the clouds it makes me feel invincible! Looking down at the atmosphere, and imagining the fluffy sensation that is jumping on the clouds. Seeing the sun set, and set again... chasing the sun. Where there is an endless horizon, you realize you are looking over top of many states and countries; the world. But then reality hits you and you take a look away from the window and realize you are in a dirty crammed plane, with babies crying and air conditioning vents that are louder than life. Take a look out again and the noise vanishes. 


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