On my flight to Chicago this morning I saw the most amazing thing. , I’m traveling without a computer, just me ‘n’ the iPhone.
As we left National airport, the clouds were lined up in furrows. It looked exactly like a plowed field dusted with snow. As if some giant hand had snapped a chalk line down the rows. Even, precise.
As we flew above 30,000 feet, I noticed thin, transparent shreds of clouds, racing along, in the opposite direction we were traveling. They looked like ghost clouds chasing each other over the furrowed-field clouds. I wonder what it meant in the weather. When I got off in Chicago, I found out. National airport weather was around 80 degrees at 5 a.m., but Chicago, two hours later, was in the mid-40s. We’d crossed a cold front, and that’s what they look like.
It was an amazing site, and a good lesson to sit in the window seat occasionally. The aisel seat might mean a faster exit, but when you are in row 31, a faster exit is just a dream anyway.
–Quinn McDonald is a writer and certified creativity coach. See her work at QuinnCreative.com
