Orange... The colour of flight... Departure... The colour of the orb driving the blue black from the horizon into grey and blue as the tears of slumber interrupted dry upon the flight dessicated cornea.
The orange luminance calmly stares back through the journey acned port hole panes. A sea of cotton candy clouds mist and shroud the morn and mocks the sleep left behind, cools the purring affection of the warm pools of kittens left behind with slumber on pillows that smell home .
Early morning orange eye business flights. The orange orb eyeballs the reddened eyeballs peering at the rising warmth. Slumber denied, the eyes that look, feel straight out of a chlorinated pool. Only the body around eyeball is unrefreshed and the soul unquenched.
Day over, business done, the orange dribbles zip away on the tarmac as flesh and bone urges aviation fuel enflamed metal to fight. The halogen orange that pools amongst the darkness of the moments before leaving a city cohabitated for hours for business.
The twinkling arteries of a city throbbing and pulsating with traffic. Contrasted by the Swarovski crystal bits of whites of habitation spied upon from the vantage of flight.
Habitation congealed instinctively together among the depths of darkness leading back home, the sighting of life many leagues below an airborne diving bell. The strength of a city laid out hollow man orange arteries and veins, nude and undressed beneath a microscope. Metropolises throb thick.bustling with traffic engorged roadways and petre off to outskirts where the traffic blood flow is scant and the orange of the highway illumination is spread further. The darkness is quick to dart betwixt the orange, to reveal the lack of life flow. Orange arterioles over swathes of dark seas that cognition matches from repeated traversing. The yellowing orange of a coastline murmuring to the relentless brine. The brine knows the unseen horizon, now blind, waiting for the orange to scimitar it back, at orange eye flights ferrying reddened eyeballs.
