view from the sky

it was the first time i was inside an airplane. and over the clouds. the whole country was stormy. that cloud gray day. but the airplane got very high, higher than everest. above the clouds. it was very strange to me. to see a sunny day above that cotton clouds. it was so sunny that many passengers shut the windows because the white clouds were so shiny and blinding. it was like reading those white pages under direct sunlight. it was like trying to read. white blindness. whitout the clouds, the land without during daytime wasn't amazing. it seemed as photos taken from sattelites. those crops filling the rural lands with silly geometrical shapes. and there were the town, too small. and even the cities seemed small. all made of light brown roof. no one cares about top view, unless some extinct tribes of the deserts of america. maybe the great wall. the rivers were struggling big snakes. but one city amazed me. it was são paulo. inside it, steping on the floor, it was just scaring big and poluted in every way. but from the top of it, while landing, it impressed me. because even from the top of it, every side i looked at was full of buildings. i think that even a giant ant would get lost on it. godzilla is small. and that was during daytime. during nighttime it was even more impressive. the cities seemed alive. the light brown roofs turned to a deep black, as all the land surrounding the cities. all the could be seen was the street. yellow lamps. veins. urban veins. and it seemed to have blood running through it. i guess it was the cars, small blood cells. those cities and towns looked as shiny algae in the bottom of the sea. or microorganisms in a microscope view. so tiny. one after another in matter of seconds in a flight while i would need minutes or hours traveling by bus. from above, i discovered why the sky is blue. i watched distant lands in the horizon, but they turned to be more and more blue as far as i watched. sea of air. as a giant swimming pool. and the sea. the sea from above is a little boring. i saw many beaches, and the waves arriving, i think. or just white sand banks almost on the surface.

then i wonder why you never told me about your flights. only about jet lag. maybe you're so used to it as the passengers next to the windows that take a nap after shuting them. soon i will preffer to sleep too rather than watching the view, as i do while traveling by bus. but maybe, those are impressions that can't be shared at all over words.