story of one flight or pursuit of day.
- The story about one flight or pursuit of day.
I don't love planes... I'm afraid more precisely. Before a departure long I don't sleep
What then to sit down in the plane and to oversleep all flight. But I have this time woken up in the middle of flight, have looked in a window and have seen a magnificent show the most colourful decline which I saw in the life.
The sky was similar to ocean from height of any rock on coast,
improbable color palettes attracted and stupefied...
- Soon the plane has flown lower, has stopped it on four minutes at level of clouds. It seemed that we travel by the ship at other unearthly ocean. White soft waves from clouds slowly also it is lazy raged in sunset light, changing the form, outlines... It would be desirable to plunge into them and to remain in this heavenly paradise for ever...But suddenly we have plunged in it ocean, but I have had time to look at this decline last time...
- ... And below there was a night, fires of cities and expensively drew a strange web on the black earth and wasn't believed that a minute ago I saw the sun, light andheavenly ocean.