I still look up at places and feel like we’re traveling at the same speed and sometimes I pretend we’re racing but am still disappointed when the plane wins. Behind the plane window everything crawls by and sometimes it can feel like nothing is moving you’re suspended thousands of feet in the air staring down at the blanket of wispy clouds. Everything is quiet and still and you expect to see a small animal, maybe a bunny, to pop its head up and watch you glide past its vast sanctuary.


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