As I was watching X2 at the drive-in on Saturday night I saw a plane go overhead. I watched it go by and was reminded of how, whenever I used to see planes go by as a child, I used to wish I was on the plane, going wherever it was going. I used to imagine myself as a business executive going to some important meeting, a photographer going out to a shoot, or just some kid flying wherever. It didn't matter; the point was I wanted to be on the plane.
Saturday night, however, was different. It was the first time that I had no desire whatsoever to be on the plane going wherever it was going. I was perfectly content where I was. I just smiled to myself and thought "It's interesting how things happen sometimes."
Part of me still thinks it was all a dream.
then|now
