The amused musings of a wandering student (when on the move), and a journal of curios and odd thoughts in the absence of travel.
Taken at 39,000 feet as the sun went down. I love flying, if only because everything looks so, well, cool. Puerile perhaps, but I spent a good half an hour huddling in the rear by the lavatories to peek out a porthole (what's the aeronautical term?), since I wasn't sitting at a window seat.
Posted by The Navigator at 12:01
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