with my freeze ray

i will stop the world
& with my freeze ray
i will find the time to find the words
- dr. horrible's sing-along blog

3:27 am. flying soon. oh actually, maybe not that soon- though sooner than i've ever been. "so far, this is the soonest it's ever been." (okay, i may be the only one to catch the allusion to my threadless shirt- "so far, this is the oldest i've ever been")

7:30 am flight. leaving the house at 5 am. the hours aren't so hard to wait out when there aren't so many of them. usually it's a 9 or 10 am flight. those are the hardest. too little hours to sleep. too many hours to wait.

but i mention all this because as much as i hate traveling and all the lines and things to be carried and set down on conveyor belts and rearranged back into manageable carrying positions, i love the actual flight. i love the hours that stretch before and the oceans that stretch below, limitless. i love the flavor of nostalgia fostered in my dim pocket of light as i reflect on the faces i'm leaving and the ones i'm approaching- in that middle ground, i can be completely unbiased and miss both equally. i love observing the people next to me, noticing their nuances and writing about them to you. i love the perfectly assembled little trays of food and the cute little rectangular desserts. i love feeling closer to You as i quiet down my heart amidst the clouds. i love feeling the endless possibilities graze my unfurled fingertips as i let go of one world and reach out for the next- and in that moment, for once, my hands are unclenched and receptive to everything.

and above all, i love finding the time to find the words.