flying over the topography of my september, i realize that when i am 1,000 feet above ground, my world is on pause. i lose the power to communicate with anyone but the flight attendants whose life goal is to serve the "single serving" way, and the guy sitting next to me, who nods on and off as i watch him bob for apples in his dreams. the lights i see on the ground are my comfort, the only sign i have that the world is still functioning properly, and it is waiting for my arrival to my home. the closer to the ground i get, the more excited i become, as the large lamps illuminate baseball fields, where the bases are loaded. the cars don their headlights as they maneuver through over and underpasses, quickly trying to make it to their destinations.

all i want to do is get home.