So I’m sitting at what may be 30K feet in the air looking out the windows in amazement at the Grand Canyon as we fly over it. I’m looking out into the horizon of the clouds and I see the distinct color changes, the clouds as they envelope the top of some areas looking like cotton balls that were ever so gently placed there to give the illusion of being high in the air.
The light haze of the horizon as it goes from a light blue to a darker hue as it gets closer to the ground but to a lighter shade until it eventually turns white but then it peels into a slight pinkish white color the further I gaze out.
I want to reach out and touch these tips of land as they sit, play with the land as if it was the beach and I can mold it into whatever I wish.
Perhaps this is the first bit of relaxation I have had in my ongoing quest for my vacation to start. This is the first vacation I’ve had since 2007.
But then my inner peace is taken away by the jackass teenager who is obviously heading to college to probably play football who has been twitching in his seat for the duration of this flight. Yanking my seat back, kicking me under my seat because his tall frame is much bigger than my 5’3″ size. But you would think if you feel yourself “accidentally get kicked several times” under the seat of the person in front of you that you would t extend your legs? I mean my legs ain’t that long but I know when to retract and admit defeat as the area cannot be claimed as my own.
But this is the most uncomfortable plane I have ever been on and that even includes the C130’s I used to ride in when I was in the military. The seat back has no cushion whatsoever. Feels like I’m leaning back on concrete, but neither does the seat bottom. So my ass feels like it is on that same concrete with two poles inserted in each cheek to force me to be upright. So no leaning or reclining (which I hate to do if there are people behind me) to earn that 30 inches of space…yeah none of that.
While I had what was probably the best salad in a while I don’t think I should have gotten that ranch dressing. The dairy in it is attacking my intestines and forcing gas bubbles to form. Not to the point I have to shit but that if I don’t hurry and get off this plane to a secluded corner somewhere so I can start to push out the imploding has bomb that is growing steadily. I feel like I’m going to start floating soon.
To add insult to injury, my allergies are trying to get me started. I’ve been sniffling this whole flight needing to sneeze but holding it in b/c of the previously mentioned paragraph. So I’m sitting here hoping that one of these good sniffs I’m taking will dislodge whatever piece of dust, mold, whatever is hanging from my nose hair/sinus cavity so I can be back to what I was this am…breathing.
Well I guess I’ll get back to my book….
