In February we went to Costa Rica. The first leg for the air travel portion starts in Boston, at Logan Airport. Whenever we make this trip it seems to snow. It wasn’t too much this time.
Once emplaned, the window view showed three ways of getting around.
De-icing was needed.
Turbine sounds, bumpy motion, colored lights —
Before long, grays give way to blues and whites.
South we go, where warm air behaves differently than cold.
We cruise over Cuba’s Cayo Coco causeway.
Flaps bump down.
In the seats in front of us.
Kindly siblings clasp hands.