like neighbors.

I fly in planes and wonder if the clouds know each other's names. Like neighbors.

I wonder if God or whoever is up there looked down and saw Earth as a board game. It fits too much like a perfect puzzle. 

I press my forehead to the plastic window like a child and swear I can breathe the air.

I always count down from 10 when we land because I remember my mother doing that and all I've ever wanted was to be like her.