Sunday, August 15, 2010

SMOG

san francisco, ca to san diego, ca.
my first solo plane ride, i was seven. my mom put me on the plane and her friend pam picked me up at the other end. it was exciting. i don’t remember much about the vacation itself, i think we went to the safari park, but i do remember looking out the plane window as we passed los angeles and seeing the layers of yellow, brown and green smog. it was gross. and somehow compelling. i loved the sky from that vantage point. i loved the idea of flying, even if i was trapped inside a big metal bullet. i couldn’t wait for my next trip anywhere!

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