Flying

I am Flying across the ocean.  And i am insecure.    The machine is so big and planetary in size and feel.   Over 400 people are on this ship. 

Food, drinks, entertainment even Internet – wow.    Worlds apart from my bicycle.    How am I supposed to relate to this?   I have flower since I was 17 years old.  I always worry and now I worry more.    Can I ever get comfortable with flying?    The alternative is not the greatest either.    

These are random thoughts.    I will try to sleep.   Good night.   It is 7:30 pm in Minneapolis. And It is 9 hours later in Frankfort.   That pura it At 5:30am.    In 5 hours we land in Europe.   Sleep Sounds Good. 

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