a blank slate sky

22.april.05: my plane finally landed, and i see someone next to me with a british newspaper and a weather map on the back. i giggle to myself as i see every major city on the island(s) marked with a cloud or rain icon. when our plane descended to land, we couldn’t see the city that lay below us until a few minutes before touchdown, because it was coated in thick layers of gray clouds.

perfect, i thought to myself. we finally punctured through the blank slate. we can finally begin to write this story.