The full moon’s silver light shines above me as I walk towards the airport early this morning. My body tingles as if hundreds of tiny bubbles are popping on my skin. I love the feeling of heading off into an adventure — the newness, the unknown, the change of scenery, the experiences I will have, and the people I may meet…!
What will happen this time…?
After dozing on the plane, I look at the window on my right to see the beauty of the sky, the clouds, and the landscape. The sky is a deep cobalt blue, the moon hanging in a perfect circle above the thin horizon line. The sun shines brightly without glaring off snow below or the window to my right.
In the distance, the mountains look like Mother Nature has plowed piles of snow into a line off to the side of her long driveway.
As the airplane flies onwards, I begin to see the white piles as individual peaks. From this height, the snow looks cracked and wrinkled. The mountain tops also seem disconnected from the brown and dark green sections. It is very clear here where the tree line is: trees can only survive up to a certain elevation. Above that, snow and ice and cold keep the mountain summits plant-free.
The view from above is delightfully beautiful.
