A holding pattern over an airport in flames.

The whole of the world has been in one in 2020.

Circling and circling as the runways burned below, we’ve waited for a vaccine to clear our way home.

And, now… it’s coming.

Weary faces pressed to tiny windows spinning in the sky—

Do we dare hope this is true?

I scream, “Yes! Yes! YES!”…

(And am quickly sedated and secured in the overhead bin.)

Until tomorrow…

Chloe, the Ever Over-Eager Optimist