Sorrento (epilogue)

Epilogue

My seat on the plane is an uncomfortable holster with too little room, and I’m stuck between two large, sleeping sisters. Their children are sitting behind me, kicking my seatback and making it impossible to sleep. Maybe I’ll sleep later. I almost wish I would have paid for first class. But that would have been even more money on this gamble.

Around the smaller of the two sisters, I can see the sun-soaked blanket of clouds, and I know the Atlantic is tucked somewhere beneath it. It is a beautiful view; unfortunately, I’ve been too uncomfortable to enjoy it for most of the trip.

But, I’m on the plane, and that’s the important thing.