I spend a lot of time on airplanes, usually asleep. Not because it’s restful but because I have long legs and going into a trance is the easiest way to cope with the discomfort.
On my way out to LA, I woke up to change the mix in my music player, and looked out the window:
That’s the view from about 4 miles up. I find myself imagining “what if I was on that piece of rock, there, what would I see?”
I love how similar huge sandstone-piles that have eroded look to small sand-piles that have had water run through them. When I was a kid I used to take a hose and make my own canyons through the sand-pile we made cement with. Then I’d imagine I was an ant walking around in it. But I didn’t become a creationist.