When I first moved to the States our apartment was not far from the airport.
When I was outside playing soccer or basketball by myself I would see and hear these airplanes up above.
Sometimes when I lay in bed at night.
I imagine being in an airplane looking out the window and wondering if the people down below ever looked up to see me.
When I see an airplane I wonder if people inside the plane are looking down and thinking the same thing.
Sometimes I wonder if its a relative or a friend inside that plane and I wave it goodbye.