I'm thinking about the birds and who dare approach the clouds. Do birds runaway? I can't imagine why they wouldn't. Perhaps clouds are nothing but a birdland orphanage. A place to rest.
I'm thinking about the two Italian girls sitting next to me and how they couldn't be ugly if they tried. "Milano" she said and I melted like a popsicle. I'd like to tell them both how wonderful they are. I'd like to leap the barriers of language and exaggerate myself entirely. Make them believe that I'm brave or well accomplished. I'd like to kiss them both goodbye.
I wish I was able to communicate with the Spanish man to my left in a language other than head nods. He wears a Hawaiian shirt with Corona bottles all over it and he is, in my opinion, a champion air guitar player. With each arena-rock outburst, his son giggles in disbelief across the aisle. His wife smiles in her pretty pink dress, more impressed, however, with the foamy chocolate cake that was served with dinner.
Current Thoughts:
- I'm better at speaking OF God than I am at speaking TO God.
- I'm terribly insensitive to people with nut allergies.
- I'd like to listen to more R.E.M.
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