Traveling by jet brings out the kid in me and I have to have a window seat,
even if I end up at the back of the plane.
I love looking out over the world, at the meandering rivers, the houses and trees and the coast line,
wondering which beach it might be, in which state, and of course the wonderful dramatic clouds.
On this trip I was in the back, behind the wings and when we arrived at my final destination I was observing the conscientious
workers, setting up hoses and getting ready to unload the luggage, and I was making up stories about them
when I realized that I might see my bag come down the conveyor belt!
My very own bag, a silly vanity, but it made me laugh at myself and it wasn't long before it tumbled down, right before my eyes!
I told myself to take a picture of it, and myself said there wasn't enough time,
and my I said sure there was and myself finally said ok and fumbled with the camera and voila!
There it is, the purple duffle, that happens to have my name on it -
a lovely gift from dear friends years ago.
My trusty purple duffle, back on terra firma!