Flying Delta.
(3 days later)
In every movie I see, the main character (usually on a plane, or in a public place, waiting) sits next to an entreaging person of interest---usually with some attraction and curiosity involved. They strike up a conversation, are pleasantly surprised by their compatibility, and usually the rest of the movie has that to base as the foundation for the next 100 minutes. Of course, no movie in particular comes to mind, but, they are our there.
I am left to believe that I am not the main character in my own movie right now because...that person of interest who is supposed to be sitting next to me on the plane forgot to come today. empty seat in aisle 16! Let's be honest, if he did show up he would probably be a dark-haired "I forgot to shave for the last two weeks" greasy man or an older lady who keeps licking her finger to turn the pages in her New York best-selling novel as she reads with the light on as I try to catch some z's. A vacant seat wins now I don't have to worry about our legs touching, or that I'll fall asleep on their shoulder. That'd be more than awkward, yet, I've done it before.
I shouldn't have my headphones in right now...so the flight attendants say. What happens if you leave your "electronical devices" on when taking off into the atmosphere? Will my eardrums implode? Does it bring bad luck to the pilot? Or does it have to do with the mechanics of the airplane? I would like to know the reasoning or at least something about their request before I do it.
TAKING OFF
I tuned my music off--still ignorant to the action. I feel like I should have the attitude of Adam: "I know not [keeping the commandments] save the Lord asked me", accept delta aint nothin' close to bein' the Lord, so, my mind rejects the thought.
"Think of all the beauty left in the world and be happy." -Anne Frank
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I'm almost back on a plane and these days went and passed faster than I expected. The cliche experience but it holds SO much truth.
My Dad's side of the family and my Mom's side are polar opposites yet somehow---they work.
The sun is rising. I'm off to enjoy it.
