Reflection…

There wasn’t a next contestant on my very last leg back to Menemsha, as I sat alone. Instead of listening to someone else’s story, I reflected on my own, read my book and drank complimentary mimosas.

I did witness what looked to be daughters sitting behind their parents. The one daughter gave a rose and a note to the flight attendant. A few minutes later, she brought it to the parents with two bottles of champagne. I couldn’t hear what they said but they laughed and turned around and looked at the kids behind them. And just as I suspected, at the end of our flight, it was announced that they were celebrating their anniversary. 27 years!

As I always find pleasure in talking with strangers, it’s always good to reflect on myself at times.

Until next time……