Above the Layer of Mashed Potatoes
Before takeoff, the gray, heavy layer of mashed potatoes loomed over our heads. Somehow our rocket, also known as a plane, was able to shoot through the thick covering. From above, the unending blue sky was the color of hope after many dreary days. From up here, the lumps of potatoes looked much less ominous. Our plane zoomed on as the colorful setting sun poured over them like glowing melted butter.