I wrote the rough draft of this post on Ted Turner’s face.
I wasn’t billboarding him with a sharpie passed out on a fraternity
couch.
It was on the cover of Go Magazine. This was the Airtran.com
complimentary copy while I sat buckled on the middle of the
runway.
* * * * *
The engines have just fired up and we’re gaining speed. 
All the
water droplets on the runway are going in horizontal streaks like
racing sperm.
The world has shifted sideways and life is beginning to zoom out. There’s a dense fog on the ground in
Orlando and God is pressing the + button on Google maps in timed intervals.
This flight started on the runway with the water droplets falling off the roof in vertical lines.
That was in Street view.
When I wrote that last sentence I was already in Terrain view.
My ears have just popped and I’m in Cloud view.
A voice that isn’t God says, “Flight attendants departure check. Remain seated please.”
I wonder if this is what heaven looks like.
I hope it’s not this grey.
