|Crossing multiple paths|
Thematic. Travel travel. Here.
This scene brings me a certain degree of peace. I'm not sure if it's the geometry, the splash of color toward the bottom, or just the jangle of intersecting lives that this transient spot seems to represent. Perhaps it the flashback to the childhood me, playing with my toy cars and trucks, imagining a world bigger than my fat little fingers, reaching out and trying to control every last detail.
My fingers are no longer quite as fat, and I still couldn't control the goings-on down there. But as we climbed into the sky and left this place behind, I felt good that for a brief moment I was able to drink it in and make it mine. I wonder how many other folks on the plane were able to do the same.
Your turn: Who's down there? What's their story?