Flying

At Thanksgiving, an acquaintance told me that he loved planes.

Not just their utility or physics, but actually flying. The whole experience.

Sitting in the seat,

listening to the engine,

flying high.

When I flew back home, I sat grimacing in my seat

and tried to imagine I was him. Not exactly him,

but someone who loved everything about flying.

I couldn't quite do it,

but I felt my heart grow anyways.