Ink: Prologue

Ink
By Jen


I pull my bags behind me as I board the airport train to Newark. The warm heat blasting through the car is a welcoming change from the gust of wind that pushes me along, whipping my long hair all over my face. Brushing the strands away from my eyes, I spot an empty row and settle in by the window.

The Jersey Shore townships fly past the window, their colors a fiery sunset. I'll be the first to admit that fall in any other part of the country pales in comparison to the foliage in the Northeast. All the beautiful shades of gold, red and orange burst against the crisp fall sky, almost to the point of sensory overload.

All that beauty is wasted on me today. My mind focuses on one thing.

I'm going to see Jason tomorrow.