On the Plane

The screen in front of me says that it is 10:43AM in America and 5:43PM in Israel. I am somewhere over the island of Cyprus - so foreign to me. When I look to my left, I see symmetrical stripes of colors falling from indigo to blue stalking the aircraft's windows. When I look to my right, I see earth, the horizon and then the fiery molten twilight that recedes in intensity and vibrance upwards reaching turquoise and then the same dull blue that I see to my left. The almost supernatural glaze of these high skies plants wonder in my thoughts. Such beauty is so mysterious, so elusive since these are new skies to me, virgin skies before my penetrating gaze.