On the way back home my plane was delayed. Not by much and it certainly didn’t bother me any. Other people didn’t fare as well and there were planes being cancelled all over the place due to storms. Pesky nature interfering with the productivity of airports.
As we were flying into the Gold Coast we were flying in between two layers of cloud. The top one was just a thin gauze above with the sun peeking through and we were on top of the second one, which looked like cotton wool and fairy floss. It’s not of course. The reality is far less interesting – a mixture of water vapour and gas hanging together for as long as it is cold enough for them to stay that way.
I was looking out the window at the sea of white clouds and the sun made an appearance warming up my face until it was almost too hot, but I didn’t move away from it. And while I was doing that I thought about my infinite preference for the magic of clouds, rather than the dreary reality.
Sometimes people will tell you that online life isn’t real. And that’s not true, it’s an oversimplification. In the online world you meet the people who you were always meant to know and you aren’t bound by common acquaintances or inconvenient geography.Because sometimes, when there’s a little more magic and a little bit less dreary reality, online life crosses over into the real world and makes it a whole lot more shiny than it was before.
Love is someone who adores running, coffee, shopping and maple syrup as much as you do.