After far too many stomach-churning, turbulence-filled delayed flights over seven years of business travel, I decided the window seat is the only airplane real estate worth occupying. The movie isn’t worth watching and I prefer not speaking to just about anyone who has the distinct privilege of sitting next to moi. So to entertain myself on these endless journeys I began gazing out the window.
These clouds look just like the perfectly applied whipped cream on my favorite Cafe Mocha. This one is ultra venti sized somewhere over Utah.
Yes, you can have a sip.
