Sensorial’Org

While Banff is breathtakingly beautiful, as beautiful as the literature claims it to be, I never got to explore Calgary. In the Country Inn that I stayed at there was nothing within a mile radius except dry grass and concrete roads punctuated with hotels and fast-food restaurants. The most interesting thing I saw was the Bingo Palace, and I was quite tempted to go knocking.

The aerial view was completely different, however. As I flew into the city the plane hovered above an ocean of cotton-white clouds, and as it descended I saw patches upon patches of farmlands. It reminded me of the optical illusion by 423432. As the plane got closer, houses emerged like buildings on a Monopoly board, but the land still seemed soft, and it seemed close. Inspired by the illusion, perhaps, I wanted to springboard off the plane. That was in the morning.

I am flying home at night. Staring out at the city now, it has transformed again. Gone are the farmlands and the roads. At liftoff, columbus clouds floated about the city skyline like whip-cream on top of coffee. They were so close to the ground. As the plane ascended and houses disappeared, the city came to life in an organic arrangement of orange lights against the darkness. Far off in the horizon, I can still see traces of the sun. Orange at the bottom, blue at the top.