01/28(probably, though when you're on an airplane, there is no day or time)/12

No one ever told me that at night in a plane above Manchester, you can see veins of gold. Silver. Precious metals that remind me of the story of the golden windows. I've never seen the veins from in the night sky in the U.S.. Lights from cities, to be sure. But not such ( Read more... )

(transcribed from a journal with a butterfly & random inspirational poem on the front--purchased when I thought this was deep ( Read more... )