My Life as of April 3, 2016. 13:29 GMT

Jon Steele

United Airlines #975. Geneva to Washington D.C. The pilot announces we are now 32,000 feet above Greenland. But the jet is sailing through clouds and there is nothing to see. Then, as if by wizardry, the clouds part for eight and a half minutes minutes, and a vision unfolds far below. And I think, “Why do they call it Greenland, if it’s all so blue?”

Then I think about how grateful I am to have seen such a thing once in my life — then the jet was swallowed by the clouds again, and the vision was gone.

Jon Steele is an American author living in Europe

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