Her plane sat on the tarmac, delayed because of “turbulence at altitude,” according to the pilot. The lady next to her had sniffles. “Oh, great,” she thought, “I see my future.”
The guy in front of her asked the elder couple eating the sandwiches beside him to put them away because he was a vegetarian. ”I can’t be responsible if i puke all over you,” he added, “Jerk,” she thought.
Luckily, she had this uncanny ability to, all-of-the-sudden BE AT THE BEACH. Sand between toes, heat of sun-on-skin, the creak of a beach chair. She even lets a seagull in, to grip the breeze that rustles through thoughts, thoughts that align. Align to the way of the beach.
Dong, Dong, Dong. ”Ladies and Gentlemen, the captain has now turned off the fasten seat belt sign.” 30,000, “What happened to my beach?”
this light envades…my mind