I’ve only ever ridden an airplane maybe five times, not counting the return trips and I’ve never really notice how bumpy the ride can get sometimes until my trip to Chicago a few months ago. A few times during the journey, I was gripping my seat tight as the plane went up and down like a roller coaster. I felt as though we were in a free fall. It made my heart pound and worst of all, I looked to the row over and no one seem to notice the bumpiness.
The thing is I looked out the window and all I saw was this. There was no indication of bumpiness outside. The weather was gorgeous. Maybe it’s because I’m in the clouds and that I was sitting right at the wings.
So this is what clouds look like up close! It’s like a sea of white foam floating in the sky and I am floating on top of it. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such amazing view before. Maybe it’s because the ride is so short that it didn’t give me enough time to take a nap or maybe it’s just excitement keeping me wide awake. After all, it’s my first solo trip. All I know is that night, I was exhausted and fell asleep the moment my head hit the pillow.