in Brazil, notes from flight

it's midnightish and i'm flying high, listening to bright eyes, looking out into a sea of stars, some clouds and thunder. the plane's only half full, if that. such a foreign feeling flying, disembodied from earthly things. listening to "little beast" by elbow now. boom again of lightning in the distance. you know, i thought i'd fear space travel and yet maybe i'm used to it now. as long as i come back , i suppose.