Perhaps Perspective is Everything
- Giglia Beretta
- Apr 4, 2017
- 1 min read
The world is tiny from far above
A patchwork of squares and nature, of white snow and brown fields, of green trees and yellow corn
Of glittering silver buildings and off-white houses dotting the ground
Sparkling pinpoints of light shining through the dark as cities don’t sleep and neither do I
A myriad of autumn reds and oranges coating hills
Dark blue waters with only a boat or white waves to break the monotony
The horizon blurring to white far off in the distance, and sometimes I’m not quite sure where the
world ends and the sky begins
Watching the world drop away from under the wings, cars and roads quickly becoming dots and lines, skyscrapers looking like toys
Large cities nothing more than a small cluster of buildings
Suburbs just patches of cross-hatched ground
Large open fields of nothingness pass by in a blink
Lights fade away as cities fall behind us
And I can’t help but wonder about how tiny the world looks from far above
But it’s no surprise when you really think about it
Because I know when I land
My whole world will be waiting for me there