**I recently returned from spending ten fantastic days with Ann St Vincent. These posts about the visit aren’t going to be in any specific order, there is too much to write on too many topics. So, don’t look at these like one long story, they are more like post cards or snap shots from a fantastic trip. This particular post was written my flight home.**
(I wrote this post on the plane ride home after the visit with Ann.)
American Airlines has this weird boarding music, a solo piano player doing top 40 hits with no vocals. It’s an interesting, slightly disconcerting sound track. You sit down, hardly noticing the quiet, slow paino tunes until it tickles an ear worm… then you spend the next three minutes trying to figure out what song it is.
(Not my video, but glad someone else thought it was strange enough to be note worthy)
In theory, the music should be pretty neutral, pop that has been toned down a bit by the solo piano. However, on this flight, for some reason every tune seems distinctly melancholy.
But maybe that’s just me. Leaving is always a melancholy affair.
Once again, I’m on a plane flying away from my love. Considering the awful experiences I’ve had with the airlines, I’m starting to feel like I’m being kicked while I’m already down. It’s not fair, but then life rarely is.