ON THE WAY to Germany we had a layover in the clouds. We were probably midway over the Atlantic Ocean when we set down. The clouds were denser here, but also gauzy, like balls of cotton stretched out from both ends. Pieces of old aircraft had got stuck up here in these clouds. Commercial airliners, private planes. They bobbed up and down there like driftwood.
But there was more. Some people had moved into the cloudy layover. They were living up there. Maybe they were connected in some way to the airlines? There were islands of suburbia spread out between the clouds. It was like Daly City, California, except up in the sky. Hundreds of houses built in the same fashion. Driveways, football fields, and lawns, well, white, cloudy lawns. Each house had its own mailbox, of course. Strangle little place. We had lunch at a café.
We didn’t stay long. Just a few hours. The journey continued and we landed in Munich on time.
north! 