"Planes are mysterious" she told me.
I've taken my fair share of plane rides on various distances,
but I never understood the mystery.

"They take you so far away
so quickly."

"A creepy house,
a dead animal on the side of the road,
uncles,
and politics are mysterious."

"Then you don't understand the joy," she says,
"Of packing a bag and leaving.
The next time you talk to people,
you're a hundred, or a thousand miles away.
That's the mystery."

"Where will you be tomorrow?" I demanded.