Up and down

The plane dips amongst the clouds, moulding the dark masses into mountains in my eye. And I feel at that moment that I’m up, high up in the air. The next moment, the plane surges upwards, revealing a river of foam, still and silent, yet swirling around rocky mountain tops. A river of clouds sprawled across the mountains, resembling the layer of land down below that I had abandoned.

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