Window Seat
I like the window seat.
It's where I think real hard, remember real good, and dream most big.
It's where I stare out at moving clouds and pretend the person next to me doesn't exist.
It's where memories dazzle my brain.
Vivid flashes of family, friends, lovers, and encounters of both the bizarre and profoundly normal- moments that I had managed to almost forget until sitting on some plane, flying somewhere, in some time zone, staring at some clouds rolling by.
These clouds from this window seat- They remind me.
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