In the air: cloud thoughts at 32,000 ft

Somewhere between Moose Jaw and Saskatoon, the rest of the current populace of a 747 and I are two hours into our flight. It’s 4:19am in Toronto, the city we’ve just departed from and whose time zone I’m adjusted to. There’s at least thirteen hours left before I get to get off this zoom-y sky tube. One of the longest continuous flights in the world that you could possibly take, I’m on my way to Taipei, the capital of Taiwan, and the tip of my nose is freezing cold. Just the tip of my nose. I’m wearing all black and Dolce & Gabbana* The One.