As Mike gazed out the window he took in the random cloud patterns and the vast expanse of the Pacific. Seen from the incredible altitude attained by the airplane the clouds and ocean seemed to be on the verge of relinquishing some great philosophical insight. A metaphor for . . .
But then the light dimmed, the sky went dark and the lights of the Bay Area loomed in the distance.
Photo: Return Flight—Pacific Ocean, 2007
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....the lone, unique cloud stood as a metaphor for the bouyant nature of life itself, propelled upwards towards the sun by its own condensation.
. . . and likewise, in a startling equivalent, "MST's"comment, destined never to be read by anyone (buried as it is in a long-forgotten 2008 post on a obscure blog) propels itself upwards towards the sun in its own lone, unique manner.
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