Somewhere on the flight from Washington D.C. to Seattle, I looked out of the window. A placid cover of cloud was spread out. And then a snow covered peak appeared, abruptly disturbing the cloud blanket. It appeared unreally glorious, and threateningly close to the planes. After 21 hours of continuous travel, I was drifting in and out of sleep and became doubtful whether the incredibleness of it all was real or an illusion. So I looked around to check if the person sitting next to me had seen it too. But he was fast asleep. By now the coherence of the clouds had reappeared, and an announcement said that we would be landing in Seattle shortly. I decided that I must be hallucinating.







