Halfway There

Miles of people, droves of them, hustling off to their appointed gates with seventeen suitcases strapped to themselves like horses getting ready for a long hike in the mountains. All of them scowling, wrinkling their brows. Hoping to get to where they want to go, and with all seventeen suitcases they came with. Me? I only had two bags, but one of them was large enough to be a body bag. Beside me was my …

…exact same thing, and I found it beautiful. I was still thinking as the plane began to descend, circling and falling like one of the snowflakes that I so despised. My thoughts were interrupted as the pilot came on the intercom and welcomed us to Memphis. I was glad to be on solid ground again, but I enjoyed every second in the air. Our destination was on the opposite side. We were only halfway there.