On the red-eye
On the red-eye to Detroit we flew over an electrical storm. Sheet lightning danced for an hour as the tired passengers around me slept.
It was truly beautiful. Flying high above my own personal storm in shades of fluffy white.
Dance lightning, dance.
Someone somewhere in the world just made a delicious chili and I can't stop thinking about it. #mmm
6 days ago from web
Currently, I'm reorganising my stamp collection while listening to Daryl Hall – You Make My Dreams