beautiful backyard

As I boarded the  crowded airplane I was overwhelmed by nervousness.  Flying has always  seemed to frighten me for some reason. Walking slowly I look from left to right as I try to locate my seat  amongst  all the chaos. I finally see seat 35b. To my surprise I am seated  between  two of my fellow classmates Darrell and Dominique. Hello Darrell calmly says as I take my seat. Hi I respond. As I wait for the flight to depart I begin to daydream about how lovely Russia will be this time of year. Behind me sits a small child with a disturbing image of a silver rat on his long sleeve shirt. The plain hasn’t even left the ground yet and already the child is kicking, crying and misbehaving .I over hear him whine to his mother about a jump rope of some sort, which they had forgot to bring. I simply ignore it.  I begin to dream about snow, about  vodka and about Russia. In the seat in front of me an elderly man with a ash grey beard complains to his wife about how he should have packed his golf clubs, golf balls, and golf shoes.  It relieves me to know that for once I did not forget anything.