Sinful Secret Nineteen
The jet skates above the clouds on a starless night as we make our way back to Los Angeles. The morning is teasing the horizon with promises of a new day while the full moon casts a blue light against the pale white clouds. It's the first time I've been able to see the clouds like this during a nighttime flight.
I intended to be sleeping, but my mind keeps playing back scenarios, over and over again, keeping my mind locked in a constant state of purgatory. Leaving Boston with so many things still up in the air cemented a tension into my shoulders that I can't even pretend to know how to manage. Lexington, too. He should be sleeping, but his two glasses of whiskey early on in the flight didn't have its desired effect, either. Instead, we have Parks and Rec playing on the television in an attempt to take our mind off of things, snuggled under the down comforter of the bed.