and when the plane door closed,
with the middle seat open,
I believed in a higher power.
As a human,
there is nothing better
than an open middle seat
on an airplane.
I called everyone I knew to tell them,
and gave the gorgeous gal
on the window a bug thumbs up,
and she was visibly enthused, too.
We connected over the space,
but turns out, she is a poet AND a comedian,
beautiful and spiritual,
funny and warm and charming.
We knew some of the same people,
some of the same histories;
we talked non-stop
improv and stand-up.
She opened up,
startling me with disbelief,
but reeled me back in
with earnest, honest stories about the human condition.
Intrigue and ideas,
if things were different,
like is time and physics and distance didn't exist,
I would fall madly in love with seat 30F.
It's been a long time since
I have riding an entire airplane trip
without plugging in a phone, iPad or headrest TV,
and for that I am thankful to the bliss in the sky.
I am dumb,
and I don't know about fate or destiny,
but I do think I was supposed to sit in seat 30D,
without someone in 30E.