Seat 6F

On my flight back to Syracuse, there was a woman sitting one row behind me and on the other side of the plane. She and I could see each other...

A white woman with brunette hair... Freckles and blue/green eyes. She wore a red top.

Before we took off and left New York, the flight attendant struk up a conversation with her. As I listened in, she talked about how she was studying to become a Doctor (of Medicine), specializing in ethics. She was previously a Bioengineer and had her Master's degree... Her books and diagrams were laid out all over the seats in her row, as she studied for what looked like a difficult exam. She quipped to the flight attendant that she'd be in debt forever.

We reached cruising altitude, and I put on my iPod. The whole time, I listened to Damien Rice (on repeat), thinking about why (who) I really like (in) NYC. I received my Bloody Mary, and as I looked back at the woman behind me, I saw that she was crying. She sobbed as if she was losing/missing/wanting something. As she sobbed and sniffled, she looked out the window.

I wondered what she was crying about and why... I guess I could only imagine--it wouldn't be right for me to ask. I feel as if she and I share mutual life challenges.

Reentering the reality of being President Bush--the plane lands in 10 minutes.