Like a coiled up snake, the river coils and twists along the landscape. Dents, ridges, and bumps appear on the ground, and giant cliffs line the riverbeds. It seems the landscape is entirely made up of the colors grey, brown, blue, and a sandy yellow color. But the shades and different tones of the earth varies by the thousands. Looking up, the sky’s base is almost pure white, but as my sight pans upwards, it turns light blue, then a dark, mystic-like aqua. Tiny puffs of clouds, like torn-apart cotton balls float beneath me. The plane flies on.