Reflection Traffic

I am supposed to be reading the International Journal of Aviation Psychology, but instead I pretend to fly around my bedroom, with my arms out, imagining I have shiny metallic wings.

I try to think of air traffic control, of paper flight progress strips and radars, but instead my mind wanders onto what I should fly through the clouds to reach: skyscrapers, rainforests, oceans, volcanoes, mountains, underwater trees..