The Life and Times of S

Leaving on a jet plane

As I sit here, in window seat 19A and watch the dance of the many reflections of the diamonds on my finger in the morning sunshine streaming through the window on the seatback in front of me, I think. About everything my life is.

As I stare out the window into the sky so clear, you'd think you're staring into the eyes of the one you never want to see hurt or crying, I think. About everything my life almost was.

And as I sit here and put down my thoughts on this little napkin, I think. About everything that could have been.

I know everything happens for a reason. And I know someday I'll see that reason. But it still pinches. And I don't know why. You'd think I'd be used to disappointment by now.

The plane is about to land. I close my eyes. I imagine myself in my favourite place. My happy place. And I wait.

For the storm to quietly pass me by.

posted by S @ 12:55 PM