Sunday, July 17, 2011
I'm tired. I close my eyes as our plane waits for it's turn on the runway. Another plane lands and we turn, lining up with the long stretch, streaked with black marks from incoming planes. We sit, waiting. The engines whine and we begin our quick, swaying journey down the designated route. I yawn as we lift into the air smoothly, feeling gravity pull me heavily into my seat. The city is so small from my window. Goodbye Minnesota. I yawn again as I settle in for our few-hour flight to California.