The plane was relatively empty. I was relieved. The last thing I wanted was to be packed in tightly like a sardine. Or worst yet, have someone sitting next to me so that when I inadvertently brushed against the other’s arm while making sure my seatbelt was tight and secure, a conversation would begin—one that would last during take-off, cruising altitude and landing. 698 more words
Last but not least, our final feature for the day. This sweet little poem by forgottenmeadows has a wistfully, hopeful tone that makes the approaching autumn feel like a new start.