We departed a frigid Logan Airport in the early morning of February 14th.
If I’m on an airplane and have a window seat, a pair of eyes, and a camera, I’m a happy fella. The utter miracle of viewing the planet from the air never fails to thrill me.
We flew past Long Island. Rows of clouds and wispy trails sea smoke showed the strength of the blast of arctic air below.
As we gained altitude, the sky got darker and darker blue.
We flew over a place immortalized in childrens’ literature by Marguerite Henry’s 1947 classic horse story, “Misty of Chincoteague”.
Landforms from above are so striking.
After hours more, winter was no longer in charge.
The clouds changed.
You could see that frigid air was no longer in control. Warmth and rising air had become the forces creating the clouds below.
We didn’t know yet that the temperature when we landed was going to be in the mid nineties (F). From ten below zero to ninety-plus is a change of over one hundred degrees in one day.
Miles above the earth, we onward flew.
Nose to the window.