I often imagine falling from the airplane. Just sitting.. calmly, on the edge of the wing and then slowly free falling toward the farmlands of Middle America, or a big city, or the Pacific Ocean. It’s never frightening, although I do get the rush of vertigo in my belly. It’s exhilarating. In the back of my mind I know how it will ultimately come to an end. I never imagine that part. I just enjoy the temporary peace that comes from being free of all things human. And fall asleep.