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in a steel tube through a boundary between the troposphere and stratosphere where the plane can generate lift and fly efficiently while avoiding most weather. That’s where I was most of the day. Enclosed in a vessel with two hundred and ten strangers on a Monday. The origin airport was crowded and hot. The restaurants had long lines and served mostly fried food. The airplane was full and in fact oversold, and when I was told to shove my backpack under the seat in front of me, suddenly I have no leg room. This is my worst nightmare and yet it was my actual day – a claustrophobic with long legs flying second class across the county through a thunderstorm.

When I arrived at my destination after 10pm, I found my bag and grabbed a taxi. The driver was nice and she had a little plastic fan attached to the dashboard pointed right at the back seat. I kicked off my shoes and cracked the window to smell the facts of earth: fuel in the wind and the scent of dirt with a little bit of dried leaf. Ah, mother earth! I spent 15 minutes in the back of a cab letting my head unwind from a long day. Then went to the guest room of my friend’s house and lay on the floor for a while. By the time I showered and went to bed, my head was still in the clouds: white pillowcase and feathers that took me into deep sleep.

Hope you had a good night too.