When fear sets in, there is nothing you can do, even if you are caught up in the mid-air romancing the World beneath the Sky.
Having been on a flight from Dublin, Republic of Ireland to Iceland, via London Heathrow, United Kingdom, all the thoughts pouring in while seated reclined on a well-spaced seat. The beauty of it all being the fact that the Airline has packed all the most beautiful Air hostesses into our cabin. Looking round, you would notice that with pretty faces, fear is driven away faster that you could imagine.
The thoughts of The Beauty of a World beneath the Sky and reaching the most sought after beauty of Cloud Nine shaped on a Cloud overpowers fears and drives one into a state of “inglorifabulousness”. This is a state of “quantagoriousness” and euphemism extraordinary.
As the flight proceeds to land, the plane began to lose altitude as it tries to align to its assigned nautical positions.
The Romance of Fear
As the speed of descend increases, fear began to creep in. Fear got hold and started to touch and caress my whole being.
Fear proceeded to undress me and began to touch every inch and every part of me. In cloud nine! I thought, as we ran into passing clouds who have been working very hard to make sure that the inhabitants under their area of coverage are safe and sound from the impending danger of overexposure to sunlight, rainfall and thunderstorm.
As I could see, though highly immersed in the euphemism of the romantic creases and touch of fear, who have succeeded in taking me high into the clouds with its hands, legs and body movements, these pockets of clouds were standing in their various positions doing their jobs, and we being in cloud nine, ran into them.
The movement was fast and swift and with fear doing all it could to have me under its spell, so hot and steamy was I that the sweat coming from the forehead could fill cups and make a thirsty man thirst for more.
I couldn’t come out of the spell, even if I tried, fear was an expert in holding you with its arms, doing all it could to make you feel relaxed once it has started working its magic in your life and whole body.
As fear was about to penetrate, the voice of the flight attendant came on! Yeah that’s apparently the rescue I was looking for all along! I couldn’t but wonder what or where the whole romance of fear would have led me to.
“Welcome to Heathrow Airport…. “The well carved and polished voice of the Angel of a Flight Attendant came in!
Thank goodness my sanity is restored at last. I can now disembark without losing my mind. Alright mate, we are in London, let’s get down.
Let’s get down, it’s time to disengage your mind and disembark the flight of romance with fear.
Take in this beauty, savour it and let the beauty, aroma and joy of the journey, city and day keep you enticed and entertained.
Written on a Flight from Dublin, Republic of Ireland to Iceland via Heathrow Airport, London.