Leg space.
On the night ride back to Vancouver, I have seven rows to myself. A blue sprawl of polyester and metal foot rests. Space for two duffel bags to air themselves out, take a break. Whole rows to imagine filled withContinue reading
On the night ride back to Vancouver, I have seven rows to myself. A blue sprawl of polyester and metal foot rests. Space for two duffel bags to air themselves out, take a break. Whole rows to imagine filled withContinue reading