Our's is a wondrous world. Aerial shots really demonstrate this at times. From deep, serpentine troughs cutting the undercast following a river; St. Elmo's fire dancing on a wing; or thunderheads, glowing like a line of lava lamps on every discharge. On a good day, you get giant parasols of cloud sprouting from a solid cloud deck below, at cruise. Casting long shadows across the white. Later if your timing is right, anything with a propeller will have churned it into corkscrew furrows, fiery pink in the fading light.
