September 21, 2006


From the plane we saw a lightening storm from above the clouds that splurt it out. It was like a all-white light vers of Simon Says. It was like seeing the inside of a clock, mechanicals exposed and little bits spinning. Equal awe for god and nature.

Later, I thought I saw a person on the wing. I think it was just a reflection.

Home again.
Sweet home Chicago with it's endless to do.

Posted by Jessica at September 21, 2006 02:25 PM | TrackBack