''Travelling, by Adrena Calero.
The excitement that meets a tired soul, when a plane ticket has been purchased. The excitement that meets the tired eyes, when you have to be at the airport at 4.00 AM. The excitement that meets the stiff legs after a ten hour flight, when they walk out into new lands.
I've never left New York. Growing up, plane tickets were the last priority. My mother found other ways to get high. As a child, I envied her so much for the travels she went on, only by the use of an needle or a pill. I envied the many creatures she met, on her trips.
''I'm tripping,'' she'd say, before her eyelids shut. And then she'd mumble, saying gibberish words, to the creatures I never got to meet.
Only a few years later, she went on the longest trip known to mankind. She met the skies, and sometimes I like to think that she's a pilot somewhere in the other world, aiming for her next destination.''
