posted on Feb, 20 2018 @ 09:44 PM
It's not a rant really, but sometimes sad in some respects. Sometimes I sit by the window and listen to music. I look out, periodically, and watch
the World fly by below. I've been there so many times, in that seat...it always seems the same. The destination, different, but the end result
nearly the same after a while, many years. A new place, far away, not like the last you just began to think you knew. Different.
The challenges keep your mind off the distance sometimes. How far away. The different thumps and bumps you look forward to, those big landing gear
coming back up and locking into place, the gear doors closing...another long ride ahead, but just one important part behind you. Going home.
Something you've looked forward to each day, growing stronger.
Once, when I was younger, I thought all that adventure would never get old. Now, looking out the window, watching the World go by I realize, only I
got old. In so doing, they still never forget to call and ask if someone's willing to go, to some far away place.
Sometimes...I sit by the window.