When my first flight landed in Dallas from Kansas City I was finally able to exhale and shake the anxiety of a fiery crash. The connecting flight to New Orleans was much more relaxing. Awakening even. I sat in the wondow seat, without my kids, without my husband, next to a stranger. I watched the cars, the buildings, the people as they shrunk beneath us into the earth. The sky became so big up there, and the people so small. I couldn't help but think of all the lives that were invisible from up in the sky. Below us was so much history, love, hate, hard work, heartache, that was completely non existant from my seat. A couple sat across from me who I quickly summed up (as I tend to do, it's my nagging interest in human behavior). He leaned in, she leaned back, he faced her direction, she faced the window, he waited for her response after each sentence, she broke eye contact. I just kept thinking, this is not the man for her and she knows it. They didn't wear wedding rings. I know this because I tend to spend way too much time studying the subjects of my analyzation, usually only to make brief awkward eye contact. This time my luck held out and I was able to study them thoroughly before determining my conclusion, unlike my wait in the Kansas City airport. I tried to catch a quick snapshot of a very unfortunate "package situation" sitting across from me. A poor gentleman with his legs spread and his pants pornographically snug. I was being discreet, but I have a feeling he had been in this situation before. He looked up, and we made eye contact through the camera lense of my phone. I sloooooowly lowered the phone and did a quick sweep of the room with my eyes to throw him off. I think he bought it.
As I stared at this poor oblivious couple on the plane I began to think of my life, and how my whole world, my husband, my two boys, are completely invisible from the sky. But, the love I feel for them, the heartache of being separated from them, that is bigger than this endless blueness. I wanted to corner that woman in the bathroom (like a creep) and say, "If it's not love that's keeping you with this goober, it's not big enough to make you miserable for another minute." Love is what makes us big. Bigger than any of the blue skys in the universe.
That was perfect!
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