ago. peering out the window on those seemingly endless drives sitting on the lap of some family member, surrounded by warm bodies and too-loud voices trying to disguise the pain of separation.
between the last city lights and the first airport ones, there was a long stretch of blank. (it’s shorter now, but thankfully still there). no horizon, barely any road…just a steady, deep blue-black and the thrum of the car coming up through the body of whoever it was that i was sitting against.
if i was lucky, there would a clear sky and with just a little imagination, i would be sitting in a cocoon and rolling along under a 