"Here is your coffee ma'am." A good-looking air crew handed a cup of coffee to me. The hot steam vaporised to the top reaching the ceiling of the plane. "Thank you." I grinned, watching him walking away. With my sleepy eyes I peered out the window. A blanket of endless clouds appeared to be floating in the air, left to right, right to left...
Part 1 the Years of Wondering
I used to love this place. The wood stacked by the door, speaking of the spring forest. Hungry dogs blinked in the sunlight. A girl chased a cat to the country yard. Men argued in the shade of an archway. …
