There were at least two of us on the flight. Photographers, that is.
He sat in the row in front of me and had his camera out photographing the view much the same as I was. The view. Our cameras. A common interest. A brief conversation was initiated, each of us remarking how especially intriguing the clouds were this particular day.
“The air up there in the clouds is very pure and fine, bracing and delicious. And why shouldn’t it be?–it is the same the angels breathe.” ― attributed to Mark Twain
Enjoying the celestial calligraphy and conversations with a new acquaintance certainly helped the flight pass quickly.