How did I get here?
Where am I going?
It started one morning a few
I woke up knowing I had to get out of town,
meditating in forests and
swimming in warm salty ocean. I mentioned
and he said, "Let's go to my sister's
later, here we are on flight
HA21 in a partitioned part of the cabin.
are large and comfy. We mistook it for first class
just an older arrangement, a holdover from
when airline profit
margins and seats were wider.
I had two Skyy mini-bottles in bottom
of blue guayabera and choked
'em down one by one
in crapper next to Sea-Tac
ticketing area, 7:40 a.m.
It's my first time going through a full-body Rapescan
x-ray. I'm clueless. The TSA agent
instructs me to
face left and lift
my hands. "Simon didn't say,"
working its magic. She
doesn't beat me
to death and I get through without a second glance.
A man across the aisle has his hands clasped as he
looks out the window. Is he praying to the mountain?
I know I should be used to it, but flying's still amazing.