visiting the una

the una lives in guitar land.

the airport's like a big sea of colored blinking lights.
the plane's engines kinda cut out after the initial thrust-y
run which launches you into the air. you get the distinct impressions
that some fool has turned off the engines and that the plane is going
to fall.so many drinks with ice.
chicago from above. i love chicago. it is the heart of this part of the country.
most of my flights passed thru it.there are some of my people in it.
and it looks like something out of this world at night. from the sky.
lines of gold and blinking yellow.a grid. my heart overflows with joy at
the beauty of it.the napkins that southwest provides with its iced drinks show
a map of america. chicago is a small dot on it. it doesn't look like that at all
from the plane window.
woodlands,fido,chilis,padthai.
armored dwarves,elves and goblins with padded weapons.
i miss the una.