Total cloud cover
no sense of direction
150 tons of steel
dropping ten feet at a time
Wild whiteout
feeling as if the plane is rotating backwards
Gripping arm rests
speeding on sky’s choppy waters
anticipating getting thrown overboard
Eventually spit out
into clear blues
smooth sailing over a never-ending sea of cotton balls
The descent
There’s just something lovely about stretches of land
Untouched rolling hills
making a woman lonesome
to be a little Colorado girl again
Teasing crawdads, playing with snakes, catching insects
always releasing, unharmed
Admiring wildlife, laying in tall grass
watching planes cut through clouds
Time progressed slower then
Permanent mental photographs
accessible in the wandering mind
I choose the clear starry nights
without the glare of city lights
-Breelyn
whatiwanttodoeveryday 
You remind me…I want it again. I can’t wail.
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