Flying over I-40 N. With Cotton.

  • 2:38 a.m.  Alarm set for 3:30, Body set to go, Now.
  • 2:40 a.m.  Check Sleep App: 4 hr. 30 min. Could be worse.
  • 3:50 a.m.  “Good morning Mr. Kanigan. You’re off early.” No sh*t.
  • 4:00 a.m.  No car. Check calendar. I’m 30 minutes early. Wow. Nicely done.
  • 4:15 a.m.  I Shazam R&B tune coming thru hotel pipes. Leela James. Swept away.
  • 4:50 a.m.  DFW airport doors open. Insomniacs, airport workers and DK stream in.
  • 5:50 a.m.  Walk concourses. (Yes, Plural.) Fitbit Counter: 4,033.
  • 6:05 a.m.  Board AA# 1150 to NY LGA.
  • 6:25 a.m.  “We’ll be cruising at 31,000 ft.  Flight time: 3 hours. Expect a smooth flight.”
  • 6:37 a.m.  Eye lids heavy. Leela on loop crooning thru the earbuds.
  • 6:40 a.m.  Drifting to Bradbury‘s “country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist.”

I’m flicking thru Netflix and spot him. Ray Liotta (Fields of Dreams / Goodfellas) in a 2016 movie titled Sticky Notes.  Papa Bear writes this on a Sticky Note to his daughter:

Whoever feels it deepest wins.”

I look out the window, and here we are…31,000 ft up and floating on fluffy, mountainous sized cotton balls.

Cotton balls. White. Cotton. Balls.

  • New cotton briefs. Stretch fabric. Contoured to snuggle it/them
  • New, cotton socks. Toes wiggle, happy.
  • Soft cotton twill Chinos, hugging the legs and thighs.
  • A velvety cotton, v-neck t-shirt wraps the chest and back.
  • A cotton button down shirt, hundreds of stitches, fitting just so…smooth.

“Whoever feels it deepest wins.”

Feels it deepest.

Wins.


Notes: Image: Perception is reality, Andrey Kasay

Comments

  1. Sometimes but just on rare occasions winning is…everything.

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  2. Indeed you are…

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  3. Not sure, DK. Sometimes, it would be nice to just feel it shallow.

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  4. Cotton is good. Quilter talking.

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  5. “The fabric of our lives”

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  6. You win, DK. Hands down.

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  7. i am all about the cotton. soft is the way to go. i can’t tolerate wool or acrylics touching my skin, and sink deep into cotton. wish i could tolerate wool, though – there are so many beautiful sweaters and blankets –

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  8. Feel it all, the cotton, the loss, the love, the grass beneath our feet. Great post Mr K. Don’t know how your feel anything, on such little sleep. Rest my friend. 😊

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  9. Sometimes, David. Sometimes. I’ve always felt everything so deeply, and that hasn’t always made me feel like a winner. Sometimes it’s a burden, though I would never change who I am, should I have that opportunity.

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  10. Deepest is relative so the clouds and snug undies may feel the deepest. HAHA 🙂

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  11. Everybody wins, brother.

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  12. love the depth of feeling here and love the cotton….but, no, not feelin’ the love for the 2am “I’m AWAKE !”

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