Happy flighting

It's magical to be flying above the clouds.

When I fly, I'm always like a 5 year old who thinks she's just found a fairy. I get lost in the wonder of the clouds, arial view of the countryside, how the fields patchwork together, light patterns of the towns, the matchstick people, the weather fronts, the weather outside, any landmarks...

Last time I flew to Ireland I was treated to shadow of our plane in a calm Irish Sea whilst looking down on a circular rainbow. To say I was excited, was an understatement.

On my flight back to London from Scotland this evening I was treated again.

This time the full moon rising above the clouds in the east. A spectrum of blue lining the fluffy clouds.

Setting in the west, the sun. Bright oranges beamed out. Beautiful, with a blinding effect.

I was split. The plane was split. Two equally sized spheres, fighting out their sky space in their own unique way.

East v West
Left v right
Port v starboard
Blue v orange.

To saying I was excited was an understatement!

None of my picture do it even a sniff of justice. But here's one never-the-less.