Domestic Plane Ride Scribbles on a tissue paper

Layers upon layers of thick and wispy cotton pad the metal exterior of this wonder machine. A seeming ocean of gravity defying clouds bask under the unwavering constancy of the star at 23,474 feet. The descent was uneventful to say the least, save the numb pop in my ears. Now I see beneath the clouds attempt Laguna de Bay - brown with mud. Ridiculous patterns govern its vast surface. Fish pens and what not converge. It's landing time now. The tray needs to be folded.