
While life feels hazy;
everything’s out of reach—
it’s sunset on air.

While life feels hazy;
everything’s out of reach—
it’s sunset on air.

Vibrantly orange
leaping ahead of our plane,
ghost cloud leads the way.

Decked up and ready,
primed to take the storms head on—
pilot grabs the mic.

Dark clouds amassing:
surfers moan and tourists groan;
storm chasers rejoice.

Tiny blocks of land,
Lego houses by the coast—
overhead plane spies.