the plane is 45 minutes early. it should be safely on the runway in 14 minutes time. i wonder what he is thinking as vancouver comes into view. is he even looking out of the window or did he ask for an isle seat so he could stretch out his legs and go to the bathroom without hassling other passengers to move. i wonder if he is thinking of me as he descends towards home or if he is thinking about how quickly he can get his hand luggage out of the overhead container and whether or not he has enough cash for a cab home.
sometimes it feels like i know his every thought but i don't.
2:41 p.m. - March 24, 2003
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