I'm on a William Gibson kick lately. He's a great writer, and he always has interesting ways of looking at ordinary things. I started Pattern Recognition last night, and right on the first page, as we are being introduced to the protagonist, Cayce Pollard, we get this:
She knows, now, absolutely, hearing the white noise that is London, that Damien's theory of jet lag is correct: that her mortal soul is leagues behind her, being reeled in on some ghostly umbilical down the vanished wake of the plane that brought her here, hundreds of thousands of feet above the Atlantic. Souls can't move that quickly, and are left behind, and must be awaited, upon arrival, like lost luggage.
There's a bit about the book and the whole first chapter here on Gibson's website.