Yesterday our plane took off
through the fog into the clouds,
limiting my view out the window
to a smoky white mist.
Before long,
we had passed through the clouds
and could see very clearly
a blanket of cotton
being ordained by the sunset.
As our altitude increased,
the texture of the blanket
became smoother,
and as the time progressed,
what was dusk became darkness,
and my illuminated world
morphed to the size and shape
of an airplane cabin.
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