seats...

Picking seats on an airplane is a hard choice...
I could pick the isle and have people getting in or out all the time.
My little arm could be squished by the food cart.
I would have no where to lay my head except on the person next to me if they are friendly.

Or I could pick the window.
I would be locked in.
But things to look at the whole way.
somewhere tiny to rest my head.

And do I want to pick the seat next to the little black x
indicating that someone out there flying the same place as me has already
landed their spot on this flying aircraft and I happen to sit by them.
Or do i choose the row that has no one in it and is open for a world of possibilities.

I've landed on the decision, since i've never been to missouri, or remember Illinois I will choose the window seat...cause then I can let my eyes feast on what comes below me and hope to see something magical.  And in picking I've decided to see who my picking has landed me by...and this way I know there will be someone to talk to and hear their story on this plane ride. Which will remind me of the trains rides in Europe where anyone and everyone wanted to talk to me.

I feel good about it.