Flying back from Houston, the plane took a detour to go around an enormous lightning storm.
The detour meant I got to fly over the Blue Ridge Mountains. It was my third time flying, and the first time ever seeing mountains from a plane, so with my face pressed right up against the glass I started snapping 100s of pictures like a maniac.
The beautiful landscape distracted me from the turbulent ride as we circled the storm.
This mountain range feels enormous and never ending when you’re on the ground in the middle of them. But from the sky, they are just some fleeting ripples in the ground.