Saying Goodbye to Zim

We clasped hands across the row of seats - seats 28A, 28B and 28C - as we taxied down the runway and into air, squeezing tighter as the ground got further and further away. Not a word was said as all eyes simply stared out the window, unwilling to divert our longing gaze away from the ground. I sat in the middle seat - 28B. In the middle I had the distinct advantage of clasping two … [Read more...]