Monthly Archives: March 2019

The Red-eye

I was abroad for two months, an extended vacation to avoid most of DC’s winter.  I longed for home days before the end of my trip.  I missed my routine, the comfort of my bed, my daily, albeit, short walks, etc.  I missed home so much I composed a little poem while sitting restlessly on the plane:

The Red-eye

As I sat sleepily by the window above the clouds
I watched the sun begin to rise and
Gradually blend with the indigo sky
Slowly blanketing the land with its 
dazzling light and welcoming warmth
Suddenly the green became trees and the lights, houses and cars
Touchdown! Oh, it’s good to be home!”