Homeward Bound
I don't like airports. Every time a snaking queue forms I seem to be part of it .... it's like being in a cattle pen.
I never sit at a window seat .... I like the freedom of being at the aisle.
As we began our descent I asked the gentleman at the window to take a photograph for me .... not a bad photo through such a tiny window.
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