Staying Grounded on the Sea.
Flight.
It always rained in Seattle. But the rain didn't help much on this particular day.
Soft droplets fell upon my hair and stuck to the soles on my shoes as we made our way into the airport.
We waited, and waited. And departure time came. My shoes squeaked against the ramp onto the plane, along with the loud roll of the wheels on my suitcase.
An overly-happy flight attendant greeted everyone at the entrance. I ignored her out of sadness that overcame me, looking for my seat along the many rows of the plane.
The plane, surprisingly not that crowded as other planes I've been on, took off along the runway. We were flying through the air, past the Seattle-cityscape. I shed one last tear and kissed Seattle goodbye, as we flew higher and further into the air.
Sienna was in the eat next to me, along with Dad on the edge-seat. Sienna was dead asleep, the way I wished I was.
The way I wished I was, Sienna's age. Too young to miss a certain place you wouldn't remember in ten years.
Soft droplets fell upon my hair and stuck to the soles on my shoes as we made our way into the airport.
We waited, and waited. And departure time came. My shoes squeaked against the ramp onto the plane, along with the loud roll of the wheels on my suitcase.
An overly-happy flight attendant greeted everyone at the entrance. I ignored her out of sadness that overcame me, looking for my seat along the many rows of the plane.
The plane, surprisingly not that crowded as other planes I've been on, took off along the runway. We were flying through the air, past the Seattle-cityscape. I shed one last tear and kissed Seattle goodbye, as we flew higher and further into the air.
Sienna was in the eat next to me, along with Dad on the edge-seat. Sienna was dead asleep, the way I wished I was.
The way I wished I was, Sienna's age. Too young to miss a certain place you wouldn't remember in ten years.