During my Mykonos to London City flight this August, I gazed down at the Alps, engrossed in the thought-sequence I use to self-soothe during any turbulence in life as well as air travel.
I’ve had peak everything, I tell myself, looking down at the wriggly white cols, the crumpled ranges, the deliquescing glaciers. If my plane goes down today, no hard feelings, God. I’ve been hashtag blessed, big time.
