I suppose I should begin with the reason for me having started this blog in the first place. On a flight to [undisclosed location], I spent a considerable amount of time staring at the passenger sitting directly in front of me. Now, however creepy that may sound, I should clarify that I never seen the face of this mysterious character.
When I'm not getting shut eye aboard a commercial plane, I stare out at the windows that separate me and the wing. (Yes, I always choose the seat beside a window in the middle of the cabin for this reason.) Oh, the view is always pleasant as well. If you're lucky enough to have options for departures, I recommend choosing a time between four o'clock and five o'clock (assuming you're traveling north for about two hours.) You get to depart with the sun still out, catch a sunset mid-flight, and soar above a grid of lights just before landing.
Anyhow, on this particular day when I woke from a nap and stared out of the window ahead of me, I realized the passenger sitting next to it had his overhead light switched on. The result was the transformation of the window into a mirror and the first thing I caught a glimpse of was a pen gripped in a male's hand that danced across a page. My curiosity convinced myself to watch the reflections until I was sure of the character's deeds.
Was it a college student attempting to complete an assignment before a deadline? An artist inspired by the ambiance of commercial flying? Unfortunately, we'll never know. Or shall I say fortunately? For it ended up being an average Joe writing in a leather journal and honestly, I rather not know exactly what it was he wrote. Here was proof that penmanship is alive.
Amidst all of the technology—laptops, smartphones, tablets, etcetera—here was a guy with a pen. So vintage!
To be fair, this isn't the only male I've come across that had penmanship. I once knew a guy who I exchanged writing letters with during my first semester in college. Frankly, it was I that asked him to do so but he did without question. They were short, sweet and literally pieces of art. In fact, so nice that I have them kept tucked under the cover of my own leather journal. Ironic.
I should note that the other reason for me starting a blog, which is bizarre if you know me, is because I believe a routine will keep me sane. And guiltily, thinking about all of the past situations I've been in makes me feel as if I'm still a part of those situations. Those situations that I currently lack at this point.
Ideally I would like to be rambling about these things that appeal to me on a weekly basis. (I promise to reveal the more offbeat ones at a later time.) And I wish to include more creative visuals. (Currently I lack the resources.) For now, this is number one.