Landscape of Dreams
Somewhere between the surface of the Earth and infinity above, a shiny 747 is finding her way. Nothing suggests we're flying at nearly the speed of sound, except for our objective and emotionless instruments.
The world glides by when we're aloft. At great distances from the rest of the planet, those numbers become relative.
Panoramas like these never fail to fascinate me; my eyes gliding over such vast areas that I can only roughly estimate the distances involved.
Feeling privileged to see those perspectives, even more delighted to share them with the world.