|
>
>
>
i try to never take flying for granted. it's
such a wild, wasteful
thing to do. but transcendent, too; my
mother taught me to savor that
exact moment when the wheels leave the
ground. since we were being
decadent, i opted for a midnight coffee,
divided my attention between
glimpses of the flight attendant preparing
my superheated
tropical
plantation bean beverage and the
landscape scrolling below, infernos
the size of small cities, brightest at
the leaping edges, and we too were
burning, engines
roaring, mad gods shredding the sky.
>
>
>
|
|
|
|