suggested by Testube"If you had to select only one photograph from your photo albums to represent your life, which photograph would you choose?"
The raining colour I had left behind in Canada still resonated in my wistful spirit. So, seeing far below a blue, misted world quilted with fancy, melting snowy icing was quite a shock for the flying soul. Taking the photo helped make the culture shock tangible. But I had to wrestle to get a clear image. You see, I was seated near a window, but halfway down the plane. That meant all scenic views were crossed with a single, silver-plated, gleaming wing of the aircraft.
If I struggled for too long to get the perfect shot, I knew the beauty would be gone in just a moment. So the wing had to be there, somehow. Thinking quickly, maybe desperately, I turned the camera slightly so that the wing of the plane angled diametrically, symmetrically; beauty cleanly divided into two self-contained parts with a sliver of silver.
The final photo could be so symbolic of all that I am. Imagine pearling white clouds, patches of pale blue sky meeting the blues of earth; cloudy pockets of snow deftly icing random peaks. And then a wing, like a silver lining struggling for a place in this world of magical mystery, struggling to fly in it, through it and over it; maybe carrying a little memory to the heady bustle of urban Melbourne.
That is me! A kind of Jonathan Livingston Seagull tweeked with just a hint of airbrushing; maybe limping a little on one wing at times, but always flying above the clouds; seeing worlds beyond the routine of traffic lights and time frames. After all, in the space of one flight, I had travelled from Autumn to Spring!
Anything is possible when you fly!
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