The sun was up and smiling
as we took to flight.
Outside the plane,
white clouds rolled and billowed
like cotton balls hanging
on a blue wall.
I looked down
on what it seemed to me
was a clear frozen lake
dotted by peaks of icicles
about to break in an
avalanche of flakes.
Green fields and houses
faded in the bluish haze
of this illusionary lake.
The glide did not break
as passengers fell asleep.
Our fate up there was part physics.
