The Life and Times of S

4.55 pm, EST

Seat no. 03A. Free upgrade to first class. Jackpot! My book, Hannibal. And club soda.

I curled up in the comfy chair in my Lulu Lemons, my favourite hoodie and Nappy socks. And looked outside. Into the clear sky. At 36,000 feet. Blue. So blue. Above the clouds. Pristine clouds. White clouds. White's my favourite colour. The clouds looked fluffy. Like a white goose down pillow. Soft. Inviting.
One view.

The clouds looked like a giant, white trampoline. One that if I jumped on the right way, I'd be able to reach out and touch the sky. With my fingertips. Just like I've always wanted to. Metaphorically. And literally. I tried to imagine the jump. The thrill. The freedom. And the wind in my hair as I soared through the sky. The thought made me smile.
Second view.

And then I thought of the end of the jump. Of coming back down to the giant, white trampoline. The smile vanished. The view had changed again. It wasn't a trampoline anymore. I didn't soar back into the blue. I plunged straight through. With my arms still outstretched. With nothing but wind and 36,000 feet under my toes. And my arms still outstretched. With nothing and no one to hold on to.
Last view.

I pulled the little white window shutter down.
And continued to read Hannibal.


PS: I really should have posted the above last Sunday morning, when it was actually written. Oh well.

posted by S @ 3:02 PM