“What’s one mean?” asked the man with the mannequin head in a plastic grocery bag on the seat next to him.
I unpretzeled myself in my chair, relieved to know that for the last five minutes he’d been contemplating my arm and not my crotch. I laughed too long. “That’s how many people I’m responsible for,” I finally answered. He had the most wonderful, open, appreciative laugh. I wished him a good flight and boarded yet another airplane. Sometimes it astounds me that it’s possible to know you’ll remember someone forever, yet will never see them again. -=- It used to frustrate me that I often had stories of sights and experiences, but not the descriptions to do them justice. Now I realize that those are the most treasured, because they’re mine to hold. The memories fade, but not the feeling. I can call to mind a hundred different moments that instantly bring tears to my eyes. Life is so wordlessly beautiful sometimes. -=- I’ll be back soon with photos and the like! But now, I must catch up on some sleep. Zzz.Jenni