Its been a long 400 days since that last flight.
Amidst the spiraling death count and subterfuge of social distancing, an imposed isolation takes its toll.
The human muscle was atrophied.
But soaring high above the clouds, all worries were put to rest.
These shades and hues remind of an anachronistic permanence that 400 days cannot extinguish.
And so, when the plane soars, the gaze lifts, and reminds us of what we are.
