From my travel journal: USA trip, 2014

 The engines make themselves heard, & we pick up pace. Suddenly, I’m looking over Tullamarine’s landscape. Then, we’re shrouded in white. And then, finally, I am looking over the most perfect, bubble-bath froth of pillowy white clouds that I’ve ever seen. We are off.

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