This past Monday, I dragged myself out of bed at oh-hell-thirty and drove to Tampa Int’l for my flight home from a writers’ conference. Even though I grumbled as I rolled my suitcase out to the rental car and headed out, I was looking forward to the trip. I’d snagged a window seat facing east, which meant I could watch the sunrise.
Wondering if these clouds were some portion of Hurricane Nate. The flight was bumpy at times, but nothing like I feared given that Nate had passed through there the day before.
I love spotting shapes in the clouds:
Daylight, and Lake Michigan coming into view.
A pleasant flight. I need to nab the window seat more often.