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currents of wind four miles high
speed past my wind tunnel seat
at minus four leaving no footprint
blocking out the sun on their
way south for a vacation;
valleys with no roads merge together
and mountain top greenery appears
like the spine of some pre-historic
serpent who was too tired to move further;
spots of houses dot the landscape
while descending close and closer
to their points of origins;
the sound of wind passing by my window
leaves me in awe of what it must be like
to travel time as one travels the skies.

31May13