We are supposed to be miles high over the Atlantic
but out the window trees rush past. We have already landed, maybe in the Philippines, and soon are emptying out of the plane down and down into a bodega town, steps and more steps and switchbacks and steps. I know she cannot do this without help and is where? still on the plane? I call her name up the hill, not finding her, but soon see a group of seniors being taken care of together and white hair I suspect is hers.
on the plane most had found a place to stretch out fully. I was trying to curl on the floor and then there was a place to rest then the trees rushing past.
not too interesting but was physically interesting, felt the full weight and momentum of a giant plane full of people. and the sudden new location for us.
