Ripple clouds

Ripple clouds

They board the aircraft with bags and backpacks, and settle in their seats. Weighed down with daily needs, bodies fidget with reminders of hunger, desire, an unpaid bill, a tiny spark of nerves when the door seals shut.

As the plane noses up through storms and rain, earth-bound appetites scatter, and passengers grip their armrests for relief. At thirty-thousand feet the flight evens out. Through the cabin’s windows, sky unfurls shadow-singed clouds that ripple from wing to horizon. For a moment, the trick of forever holds everyone in silence.

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