Soaring

I am as close to the heavens as I have ever been. It's gaze gleams upon the vast ocean of the sky.

The iridescent clouds act as its waves. They look as if someone formed each and everyone of them by hand. Meticulously.

I can see the horizon line. The clouds are swirling about the plane.

I wonder what would happen if I stepped outside, onto its wings. Would the vast sky embrace me? Perhaps the billowy clouds would take me under their wing.

A mystery lies outside this piece of metal. 

Only God knows when I'll have the privilege of knowing it.

In the meantime, I think I will continue to gaze outside of the small window, and into the mysterious blue sky.

Pics from Weheartit.com, last pic and words by me!