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I’m traveling, if that’s the right word to describe being in a place not my home.
Virgin flight 162 departed on time from LAX, destination Newark, but really destination Philadelphia, where work awaits a world away from the ever-dry California coast. (It turns out I should have flown to Philly, because I added 4 hours of train to a 5 hour flight...)
The pilot said it was 8 degrees in Philly. But clear, at least. Temperature at takeoff from LA, even early morning, was 62. I think I’ll need new gloves.
Current track: Please Read the Letter, by Alison Krauss, featuring Robert Plant. Virgin America's available playlist on the onboard jukebox is surprisingly broad.
from Youtube, Fair Use
Below, red dirt ignores the difference between Arizona and New Mexico, because borders don’t exist until we place them there, and the land pays attention to the passing of the sun more than the shadow of a plane.
Your word list for November, inspired by seat 24A looking north out the window:
fly, race, skew, waiting, strangers, clouds, dirt, shadows, horizon, contour, relief, scale
Please select at least 3 words from the list (or reasonable variations) and incorporate them into a new pen.
After you’ve posted to your own blog, return and add a link to your specific post (not just a link to your blog) using Mr. Linky, below. Then, visit and re-visit your fellow poets' work, and please leave comments at their places – because we all like to read letters.
I'll plan to visit later in the week, so feel free to join in anytime, and thanks for reading and participating.