I was enjoying looking down at clouds once when the flight attendent asked over the PA for medical personnel to come forward. A woman hurried to a slumped passenger and adjusted an oxygen mask on him. The pilot announced we were diverting to Kansas City. Looking down again, I felt every foot of the impossible distance between the plane and the ground, between the blue man and help. The plane was small, the distance was huge, and we all were flimsy.
I feel like I am on that plane when I am here and should be home.
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