On a homeward flight last evening

Visions through a port-hole

The gentle purring,
The serenity of a pale blue sky;
A feeling of weightlessness,
An urge to fly.

An unending sea of foam,
Hillocks of snow;
As if enveloped in a blanket,
Basking gloriously in this heavenly glow.

Bushes, shrubs and vegetation,
All decked out in white;
Each holding their own,
In the blazing sunlight.

As I continue to gaze outward,
At a view so decadent, so pure;
Blue meets the white,
And the lines begin to blur..

- N