At 33,000 Feet

The last time I was at an airport, I ended up in a corner near Gate 30 attempting to breathe through my first-ever panic attack. I leave for San Francisco next week and the thought of flying isn't a concern. In fact, it's the tranquility when my day gets chaotic.

There's something serene about being 33,000 feet in the air. Near the clouds. Away from the worries on the ground.