It did not took long for the intense colors to become milder.
Several other aircrafts were sketching the sky. Those trails did look vaguely like missiles from films. While they are common sight on clear days in Bristol. Seeing them from above felt different. It was also interesting to note how the angle of those line would change drastically as we move because of parallax.
I caught a glimpse of the sun that day. Before long, it flooded the sky with its splendor and dyed the fluffy floaters in pastel hues.
Moments of brilliance and glory tended to be brief. Minutes later, thick fat lumberers from the South West would blot out the sun in our descent.
Relentless days of rain and wind awaited us as we touched down on English soil.
I have not expected any less from you, Bristol sky. But I have grown so familiar with your soggy air and squishy ground that I still love you in spite of this.
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