Story Time!

Flight

The roar of the engine.

The shaking of the windows.

The bouncing of the plane.

And suddenly weightlessness.

Gravity trying to pull the plane back.

The pressure as the plane persisted upwards, leaving her with a view of glittering lights spread on a dark canvas.

She marvelled at the smallness of everything.

The cars on the bridge looked like little specks of light moving across it.

The massive football fields were reduced to rectangles of orange lights.

Varying shades of orange, yellow, red, white, blue, and green lights sketched out designs before her.

It reminded her of ornaments hanging on a Christmas tree.

Very few patches of the world were left dark.

She didn't know whether to feel pity or amazement at the few lights that shone by themselves, surrounded by darkness.

She could see dark clouds drifting below the plane.

One patch of the world was covered in a dark fog.

Another part of the world was fully illuminated by lights.

The lights travelled in lines.

Always in a specific pattern.

Then everything started to become clearer again as the plane descended from the sky.

A gentle bump.

The wind screaming as the plane hurtled down the runway.

Then the plane stopped.

And everything was big again.