Atlanta, I hear you calling...

Hail pounding on the metal skin, our bodies bouncing like ragdolls, we checked our thoughts for signs of comfort - prayers, assurance that pilots and planes are safer than texting drivers - wondering, wondering, wondering... then, out into the sun, over water vapour mushrooms blooming in unstable air masses (a cold front? all is relative) and landing in the mess that is ATL in sweltering summer storms. Enuf sed!