Sunday, May 30, 2004
Yesterday on our flight out, the airline bumped us up to first class. Not only that but I was in seat 1-A. I felt like the most important passenger on the whole airplane.
I saw the most delightful clouds. We flew right into a tower of them and at the top was an airplane shaped cloud. There was a cockpit, complete with windows and pilots and there were even wings! We flew onward and the other end looked just like a frog's face! After passing the guard tower, for miles there was a level floor of clouds.
I closed my eyes for only a second, I just needed a little rest. When I opened them again I saw Joan, our flight attendant, outside my window. (She was so adorable! She has her little dress with matching pumps, red cardigan, and hair like a president's southern wife). She waved and offered me her hand. I glanced over at my mother, who was sleeping like a log, for silent permission. I took Joan's hand and walked right out of the plane, onto a floor of white, and into a pair of ice skates. Joan and I skated to the sounds of Fred and Ginger singing together on the wing of the plane.
We skated for so long, doing figure eight's and waltz steps, that I hardly noticed when Joan let go of my hand. I just kept skating, slowly noticing that I couldn't hear "I've Got Beginner's Luck" anymore. Into a thick cloud of fog I went.
Just then I heard a whisper in my ear.
"Faites attention!" it said.
I stopped in time to see I was about to skate onto a patch of thin cloud. I could not see a single thing, except the cloud floor thinning around me. To clear the fog, I took a gigantic breath and blew it all away (appearantly causing a tornado in Beatrice, Nebraska). I was standing on a cloud island and all around me was a deep patchwork lake.
"May I be of service?" shouted Joan, from a bluff of cloud.
"Uh, I appear to be stuck. Stranded, if you will-" I replied.
"I will."
"-And I was wondering, if it wouldn't be too much trouble and all, if you could help me?" I asked.
"Anything for our most imporant passenger!" Joan said, and with that she rolled out a giant roll of cloud carpet right over the lake.
After skating to safety I took a look around. Not a single plane for mile! Not even a cloud pay phone. I asked Joan, "How are we supposed to get back?"
"We will hitch-hike, silly," she said.
We saw several airplanes fly, not even giving us the slightest notice, so we hailed one a la Claudette Colbert.
We could hear "Let's Call the Whole Thing Off" clearer and clearer as the plane arrived.
"Say, kids, where are you headed?" asked Fred.
"Rapid City," I told him.
"Quelle coincidence! Hop on!" said Ginger.
We danced on the wing of that plane for quite a while until Fred sadly said, "Well, you cats have fun. Ginger and I have to go. Shouldn't you be getting back also, Miss Allie?" said Fred.
I just sighed.
Then Fred and Ginger springboarded off the wing.
I felt a tap on my shoulder. I peeled my cheek off of the window against which I had been resting. It was my pal, Joan.
"Please restore your tray table to its upright and locked position," she said, with a wink and a smile.
I just thought I would share.
This picture of Mr. Graf's makes me think of that wonderful dream. It has been posted before, but I always enjoyed looking at it so I thought I would post it again.
- posted by Allie @ 9:03 AM | | 0 rocks in pond
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