ꪀׁׅᨵׁׅtׁׅ ɑׁׅ֮ᥣׁׅ֪ᥣׁׅ֪ tׁׅhׁׅ֮ᨵׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒ꫀׁׅܻ ᨰׁׅhׁׅ֮ᨵׁׅ ᨰׁׅɑׁׅ֮ꪀׁׅժׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻꭈׁׅ ɑׁׅ֮ꭈׁׅꫀׁׅܻ ᥣׁׅ֪ᨵׁׅ꯱ׁׅ֒tׁׅ

San Juan, Puerto Rico. The water was so clear you could see the rock and reefs below the waves. Saw Hawksbill Turtles and Manatees from our hotel room balcony.

In the past year, I've embarked on countless journeys, traversing the skies more times than most people do in a lifetime. With each flight, the world outside the window seemed to blur, and the entire process became a monotonous routine. Passengers shuffled through airports like a herd of sheep or cattle, and my interactions with fellow travelers grew predictable. One day, as I queued up to board yet another plane, something extraordinary caught my eye. Amidst the sea of mundane faces, I spotted a wildly out-of-place figure. She had long, fiery orange hair that danced in the breeze, sporting shorts and cowboy boots. She was a striking contrast to the dull uniformity of the airport, the most intriguing sight I'd seen in all my travels. I longed to strike up a conversation with her, but I could only muster a comment about the gentle breeze as I passed by. The stream of people behind me pushed me forward, and I reluctantly made my way to my seat. Regret gnawed at me as I realized I might never learn more about this captivating stranger. However, fate had other plans. Twenty minutes later, after the cabin door had sealed shut and the seatbelt signs illuminated, I spotted her once again. This time, her fiery mane was tied up in a messy bun, and she wore oversized control headphones. In her hands, she held light sticks, adding an air of mystery to her persona. My fascination with her deepened as we taxied down the runway, ready for takeoff. As the plane ascended into the sky, I couldn't help but wonder about the enigmatic woman I'd encountered. I knew I would be returning to this airport someday, and I marked the date on my calendar: March. I made a silent promise to myself to keep an eye out for her, hoping to unravel the mystery behind the girl with the fiery hair, shorts, and cowboy boots on my next journey.

Count yourself lucky with the travel, people like me will be lucky to leave our state.lol Love the pic of the moon with the ambient city lighting, though.