the day in the air that never came
17.06.2008 -54 °F
The plane ride from Portland to San Francisco was long. The plane ride from San Francisco to Australia, even longer.
. In that long period of time, we literally lost the 17th, it never came.
The plane itself was amazing. We got a three course dinner, a personal movie screen where you could watch a selection of movies, and even high-tec seats that you could adjust so that it felt as if it were a bed.
word of the day: bluey= a red-head(wierd, right!)
The sun had set as we took off from San Francisco. We spent the next 14 hours vainly chasing it across the night sky until we finally caught up with the sun in Sydney. Somewhere during that time the 17th came and went underneath us. The moon, however, was our constant companion.
WOTD: Right by the night = everything will be ok, no worries.