On the Way Up

As the plane was preparing to fly from COS to DFW (American Airlines Flight 616), the captain pointed out that the sun was in its elementary stages of coming up over the horizon. It made the sky turn pink and blue and yellow and orange, and it was so beautiful. The rule about turning off all electronic devices prior-to and during take-off did not apply to me because I whipped out my camera from my laptop case and snapped some pictures, most of which did not turn out too well -- the speed of the plane prevented me from taking more than a few clear pictures. It was unreal, and as I was furiously taking these pictures it occurred to me that I had never gotten out of bed early enough for the purpose of watching a sunrise.

Currently flying American Airlines Flight 872 en route from Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport to Boston Logan International Airport. It is a transfer from my home, Colorado Springs, from where I departed this morning at 6:25 AM. The 4:10 AM wake-up call from my father was not a pleasant one -- but on these long travel days, the early mornings are more of a blur than anything else. I'm in and out of sleeping on planes and in terminals. The build-up wasn't a bad one. Generally I anticipate events, and the anticipation drives me crazy. Seeing as I had work to keep my mind occupied however, I wasn't driven mad by excitement to live in the Netherlands for a little under four months. I will be leaving Boston tomorrow on a six-and-a-half-hour flight to Amsterdam, then I will ride a bus four hours to the town of Well where Emerson College's Kasteel Well is located. More than anything, I am exhausted by the fact that the summer has come and gone. The North End/115 Salem Street (Apt 2), the Spirit of Boston, Ristorante Fiore, Brittney Morello, New England, Christopher Columbus Park, New York City, Audra McDonald, Christine Ebersole (and Little Edie for that matter), Italian's and their alcohol, mice, Joan, piano-less me, Amtrak, Greyhound, dead grandfather, Kalamazoo, Gull Lake, people-people-people.. they're now mine.

There would be more to say, but I just decided I will be napping shortly. I am sitting next to a nice lady whose name I have since forgotten, but we will call her Pam. She is also going to France (or Belgium? -- (Bordeaux)) to teach English at a university; in addition, she will be taking French classes because she doesn't speak the language very well... or at all. She is wearing a magenta blouse, is slightly overweight, and needs a hairbrush. However awkward she is in conversation, with her tweed-colored blanket covering her lap, she is very sweet. Because of my back pain, I had asked the lady at the ticket counter (Gate C8, DFW) if first class was available, but it wasn't, so they blocked the seat between Pam and me. More room that Pam and I are enjoying very much.

Irrelevant information: Flight 616 (seat 26A)

Flight 872 (seats 24 D-E)


And I will be the one to hold you down, kiss you so hard... I'll take your breath away, and after I wipe away the tears... just close your eyes, dear.