Over Denmark

from London to Stockholm in April 2007

Just as I was thinking there was nothing else but blue,

Above and below.

I saw this golden arc of sand – Land.

Lakes and towns.

Lines of cotton wool clouds, and Windmills dotted around.

More lakes and towns.

The clouds above are moving past – quite fast,

Never seen that before,

We must be low, I don’t know.

Another jet crosses our path, higher, jet stream passes by overhead.

Take another sip of the lunchtime wine,

Its nearly teatime.

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