There's something soothing
about being high,
visiting the crags,
scaling the moraines,
eating tuna
above the cloud-deck.
When you're standing there,
above the valleys
& goggled,
it's like flying
with you feet on the ground.
The only sound is your breath
& the jet stream
passing by you.
It's a beautiful combination,
a melody,
a trance,
unfamiliar to flatlanders.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 5:41 PM UTC
There's something soothing
about being high,
visiting the crags,
scaling the moraines,
eating tuna
above the cloud-deck.
When you're standing there,
above the valleys
& goggled,
it's like flying
with you feet on the ground.
The only sound is your breath
& the jet stream
passing by you.
It's a beautiful combination,
a melody,
a trance,
unfamiliar to flatlanders.
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