Whoosh!
I’m traveling now. Up in a Continental plane wedged between two people reading yellow paperbacks. Stiff neck, headache, eight more hours to travel. Typing this on my phone makes me feel very young next to the two of them. I imagine that will change once I’ve spent a little while with my son. There is a baby on the womans lap across the isle from me. Right now he is sleeping, but not to long ago he was alternating between cherping with laughter and sobbing. I imagine that he’s sick of being in here. As far as he knows just outside the door he came in is the airport, then his familys car, and his house. He wants to go outside. I wonder if his mom were to bring him to the cabbin door and let him look out at the clouds and the ground so far below if he would still want out so badly. I think it was a James Bond movie that taught me not to exit airplanes while in the air. Has he seen that same movie? Would he be frightened to hobble out the door right now? Would he want to go out even more? Clouds do look like they would be a lot of fun to play in.
