On our way to Chicago, seeing through the white and scattered clouds down to the blue sea I wonder.
Ain’t it strange flying? Here we go for a four weeks vacation.
Not long ago just the travel itself -then, by boat- took that long.
What would you get if you mixed this cloudy white and the water-blue?
Some creamy light blueish color you would like your children’s room to be painted like.
Is it strange for you to be in a rolling box, going at a speed up to 20 times faster than the fastest man can run? I don’t think so, if you ever drove in a car.