I love flying – so long as I have a window seat. No window seat and I might as well be on a bus. I love flying above the clouds and also when there are no clouds and I can see the ground bellow. Flying from Brussels to Pisa, the only point (apart from crossing the Ligurian Sea) when I could not constantly see mans in print on the earth was crossing the alps. Even there every now and then there are dams and other signs of civilization.
I had a cunning plan to enhance the clouds with a polarizing filter but I hadn’t counted on this effect from the reinforced windows.