I got window seat so I looked out
to see what I could see.
Above clouds all is water vapour and fog
but descending to land is
something I enjoy.
Dollhouse land complete with moving
cars travelling along tiny roads far below me.
I never condider they are small because I am high.
Plane descends.
I spot matchbox cars obeying road rules.
The plane points downwards some more.
I fold and and put away my tray.
The wheels kiss the tarmac then comes
a jolt followed by a thud and i am back
on terra firma.
Now for the circus of suitcases called the carousel.
Through My Eyes 