Flying the Greyhound of the Skies, a Rather Tiring Experience
Suspended in air floating accommodated by two huge engines
A mechanical bird flying smoothly through the upper atmosphere gasping for oxygen
At times swaying to and fro with strong crosswinds
Seems a strange thing to be flying thirty five thousand feet up into vast empty space
Where no living beings are able to exist other than in an aluminum pressurized cabin equipped with oxygen for survival if the inevitable happens
Doing it to get from point A to Point B makes sense
Feeling no control over this aluminum bird makes me uneasy
Nice flight attendants give you instructions of what to do in an unlikely event of trouble
That word unlikely just sits there in my head festering
At the hint of wind shift, I think, maybe this is it, the unlikely event
It passes until the next wind shear
There’s just something wrong about flying machines
Awkward plastic cups sloshing with drinks, alcoholic and non alcoholic
Flight attendants hold onto
aisle seats and luggage bins
I call it the aisle dance
Little bags of pretzel mix impossible to open
Alas, this 260 lbs, 6’2” barefoot 🦶 Cajun doesn’t fit well into smaller airplane seats for smaller people that just aren’t there
Flying, the new Greyhound of the skies
A rather fatiguing experience
