Datsy

There’s an airplane ride for every problem until you get to the hotel that night in Tokyo or Hong Kong or Mumbai and it’s yet again crawling out from under your bed ready to greet you.

But just for a moment at 30,000 feet, somewhere between a Seattle‘s Best a Biscoff – which have entirely monopolized the market and yet I hold onto it for my daily validation – and just before the first breakfast or second dinner I can’t recall, just for a moment, looking out over the vast array of cirrus and stratus and everything in between

With no obstructions to my blue sky view

All seems well.