As the sun sets once more...
So, truly, I fail at updating this thing. You know the story, summer hits, the days start passing by, and telling stories about your lazy days really doesn't feel worthwhile. Oh well, I figure I owe it to you all.
I haven't been around for the last week because I was in San Diego visiting my wonderful boyfriend (♥) and just got back yesterday. Also, my computer has been having issues again, and was gone for three weeks, but I just got it back today. So today is good, but yesterday was better, for obvious reasons.
I realized yesterday when I was in the airport that I do like to fly on airplanes. I had an evening flight, so by the time that my plane was taking off the sun was setting. It really is quite beautiful watching the sun set while you are flying admist clouds. The colors reflect off of the clouds just as nicely as when you are watching it from on the ground. But what I like most about planes is the essential human connection that occurs. I tend to fly alone nowadays, yet every time there is some stranger that manages to strike up a conversation with me. Yesterday, it was a nice young man named Justin, who was quick to laugh, and catch my eye. He sat across from me while we were waiting at the gate, and during this time an announcement came on the loudspeaker telling the owner of a white sedan that it needed to be moved or it would be cited and towed. Shortly after, another voice came on and said "Will the owner of a green Buick please move their car, not because it is about to be cited or towed, but because it is ugly. Thank you." I couldn't believe that they could say it so seriously, or that they could joke about that sort of thing at all. Most people at the gate were laughing, and Justin caught my eye and we started cracking up. Connection formed, and he sat next to me on the plane.
Next to us across the aisle on the plane were these two older people that didn't know each other before they sat next to each other on the plane, but ended up making out and exchanging phone numbers, with promises that they will go out to get a drink. That was pretty interesting. I'm half curious to know whether they will call each other and if perhaps they are destined to be with each other, and only just met. That's the romantic in me talking, I suppose.
Strangers fascinate me in a way. I want to know where they are going, where they've been, who they love, if they love, and of course, would they love me. I used to be afraid of flying, but now I'm not. And with the number of places I want to see, I'm glad I've gotten over the fear.
Yeah, I'd say I'll update more, but who knows. Maybe I will, maybe I won't. I'm content as it is, and really, that's all I need.
Hope you all are doing wonderfully.
♥
I haven't been around for the last week because I was in San Diego visiting my wonderful boyfriend (♥) and just got back yesterday. Also, my computer has been having issues again, and was gone for three weeks, but I just got it back today. So today is good, but yesterday was better, for obvious reasons.
I realized yesterday when I was in the airport that I do like to fly on airplanes. I had an evening flight, so by the time that my plane was taking off the sun was setting. It really is quite beautiful watching the sun set while you are flying admist clouds. The colors reflect off of the clouds just as nicely as when you are watching it from on the ground. But what I like most about planes is the essential human connection that occurs. I tend to fly alone nowadays, yet every time there is some stranger that manages to strike up a conversation with me. Yesterday, it was a nice young man named Justin, who was quick to laugh, and catch my eye. He sat across from me while we were waiting at the gate, and during this time an announcement came on the loudspeaker telling the owner of a white sedan that it needed to be moved or it would be cited and towed. Shortly after, another voice came on and said "Will the owner of a green Buick please move their car, not because it is about to be cited or towed, but because it is ugly. Thank you." I couldn't believe that they could say it so seriously, or that they could joke about that sort of thing at all. Most people at the gate were laughing, and Justin caught my eye and we started cracking up. Connection formed, and he sat next to me on the plane.
Next to us across the aisle on the plane were these two older people that didn't know each other before they sat next to each other on the plane, but ended up making out and exchanging phone numbers, with promises that they will go out to get a drink. That was pretty interesting. I'm half curious to know whether they will call each other and if perhaps they are destined to be with each other, and only just met. That's the romantic in me talking, I suppose.
Strangers fascinate me in a way. I want to know where they are going, where they've been, who they love, if they love, and of course, would they love me. I used to be afraid of flying, but now I'm not. And with the number of places I want to see, I'm glad I've gotten over the fear.
Yeah, I'd say I'll update more, but who knows. Maybe I will, maybe I won't. I'm content as it is, and really, that's all I need.
Hope you all are doing wonderfully.
♥