Gentle Strokes of Light
With over 80% of the mass of the atmosphere below my wings, I'm literally skimming the edge of space. Infinite deep blue darkness above, the various landscapes of the Earth below and only a thin blue line connecting them both.
My eyes glide over the white patches of clouds, growing randomly over coasts, islands and other places that indicate a rise of warm air.
It could have been another planet if I did not know any better.