you know the preacher likes the cold
Palm Trees.
Fresh and delicious seafood.
Sitting, waiting.
Waiting, boarding.
Snow and it keeps snowing.
Sitting, waiting.
Backing from the gate, the de-icing queue.
Someone invented this plane.
Now, a man in a cherry picker spraying it down.
Next, green goop.
Bing! Bing!
We are taking off.
The lead flight attendant tells jokes.
Gin and tonic I am not charged for.
Crispy crackling, all at once.
I thought these salty little poppers - the banished nut,
was gone from the air forever.
Laughing with Alex.
Ah.
