and we spoke the same language

gorgeous airport, impressionist morning. anything could happen, good or bad, and that is beautiful.

i’m on a plane waiting to take off. i’m in sandals with socks, looking chic. my feet are cold. 

i forgot my toothbrush at home after using it this morning. i think i even put it away in the drawer like usual. dolt. 

Ready to go in a few. 
Morning sun at last.

the horizon is everywhere. surrounded on all sides by it, but never getting any closer. sounds like dread, but it’s pure, chill, calm. flight is the best.  

it’s about a two hour flight. the novelty has about worn off, and i’m bored of planes again. plus my kindle is almost dead, so no reading for me.


and we are in mexico

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