First flight out of Dallas. 6:36 a.m. on-time departure.
Foot traffic unusually light at DFW, as are the lines at Security and at the Gate.
Ah yes, September 11. And, the morning of September 11th.
Pilot gets on the intercom, and announces that we’re flying on an Airbus A321S. 168,000 pounds, 450 mph at cruising altitude.
Plane unusually quiet. More seats empty than usual for this flight.
Pilot dims the lights in the cabin.
Cabin is silent as the plane taxis up to the runway.
It’s dark in the cabin, my seat mate snoozes. Me? Restless. Churning.