Between clouds, a photo by antje b. on Flickr.

This picture is not from today but the sky looked equally stunning as I returned from a job late this afternoon. I don’t enjoy flying the way I used to but I do love these moments of beauty and wonder.

Back under the clouds and looking down from a certain height during the approach to London it occurred to me that the underground trains (when they run above ground) are like silver worms snaking their way past each other and through holes that on closer inspection turn out to be tube stations, swallowing and spitting out tiny living creatures at every stop.

The typical terraced and semi-detached houses, inhabited by equally tiny creatures, look dinky and cute like the wooden toy houses I used to play with as a child, strung up along arbitrarily winding streets.

It would seem to be a useful perspective to remember when on the ground there is something or someone that or who appears overwhelming.