A Girl With a Sword

oh how I like to go up in the sky

Yesterday I was flying around in a plane by a thunderstorm. My favorite part about flying is not the bathrooms or the tray tables (although I am rather fond of both) it is the clouds I love shooting up through grey flat clouds and fluffy white clouds into a fantastic world that exists above them that most humans never saw until the last hundred years. And I love flying through clouds at night and watching the lightning dance around inside them. It's like an adventure in another world. I read a lot of fairy stories when I was little, things like Jack and the Beanstalk and that lovely Magic Faraway Tree series (all about little British children and creatures who often venture up the Faraway Tree and into the funny lands above the clouds), so I have this idea in my head about what's above the clouds and in the clouds and it's exciting. And for some reason flying through the clouds always reminds me of Miyazaki films. Yesterday we were flying next to this thunderstorm for a long time, trying to get around it. It looked magnificent, big dark sweeping clouds, like overhanging cliffs. Then we turned and the captain came over the intercom saying we were going in and it was going to be rough. We flew over white fluffy clouds first, one of them stood up like a pillar, reminding me of something from a greek myth, kind of a gatekeeper or a warning to sailors. Then we flew into this huge cloud tunnel, or cave rather. The dark bubbling clouds were below us and the dark, thick, smooth clouds were above us. It was a little bumpy, but for that view it was definately worth it.