Flying out of Europe in the rain – like pushing through gray felt, fibres catching at the wings. A brilliant blue was with us most of the way, sunshine curling round the top of the world, stained the colour of air. Catching a little fitful sleep I woke to the most brilliant light. So hard to describe that white-after-gray leap of joy – an immaculate sky reflected deep in the Arabian sea’s deep blue eye – and the dawn desert golden washed through the slightest of mists. Flying, later, into Hong Kong the gigiawatts of light lit solid suet clouds – dumplings floating improbably across the blazing city. To live in such a world of air and vapour and light : )
Faint Falling Light
A blue burning bright, a summer night’s light, falls on me faintly,
let it suffice. Atlantic Drifter Tour going to Hong Kong
the desert in the morning
Flying into Hong Kong to solid suet clouds – dumplings floating improbably across the blazing city
