I've always been an aisle man. Access to move around the plane without crawling over fellow passengers, stretching out into the center pathway, and raising the aisle armrest for just a tiny bit more room have been my treasured rationals over the years. Until recently that is. Upon occasion (and often a very rare occasion) the forces of nature blossom in the sky. From the window seat the heavens shine majestic, tender moments of reflective grand wonders for fleeting specs of time visible to only a few anxious eyes. Camera phones never quite bring out the subtleties and nuances of the cloud orchestra, but since my smaller D500 is usually at my feet, so I thought a few snaps might prove rewarding.