Sighting

I sat in section A of flight #0874, San Diego to Phoenix, Sunday July 6th. Your beauty rivaled the California sun set, and you have the body of a Greek goddess. I could not take my eyes off you. I wanted to say something when leaving the plane the only thing that came out was, “thank you”.  I did not want to bother you at work, stole one last look and walked away. If you noticed a guy with a sunburn checking you out, it was me.

Dinner, Activity, walk