By: C William Perkins
In a matter of seconds the clouds cease to be scenery and become wholly tangible billows of illuminant fog. The chilly vapor streaks over my face and moistens the glass in my brass rimmed goggles. I clench my fists over the hand controls and punch my way through it until I see the bare naked sun shining through the atmosphere. My contrail ignites in flaring oranges and yellows behind me. My lenses polarize the glaring brilliance away but I still have to turn back and forth at angles to keep from blinding myself. (I've seen enough, Buy Now!)
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