Where Heaven and Earth Collide

"Giyen, this is Aaron. Aaron, this is Giyen. We might as well all know each other if there's a chance we could die together."

This was taken yesterday at Rocky Mountain National Park, where there isn’t a bad view in sight. It’s just been the loveliest trip and I've been feeling lucky nonstop for days.

Dear Sundays,

Do you ever think of doing something nice for a stranger and then hesitate? And then the moment has passed, and it's too late. And two days later, you're still thinking, "For Pete's sake, Giyen, why didn't you just do that nice thing?"

The other day I was on a flight to Denver en route to Estes Park. For the longest time, I have been selecting aisle seats because I am always afraid of needing to go to the bathroom precisely when the person next to me is in a coma. I hate feeling trapped, so I endure the typical pitfalls of the aisle seat - getting nicked by the drink cart, people brushing my shoulder on their way to the bathroom, crop dusting. 

It doesn't make sense since I am even more terrified of airplane bathrooms and resist using them at all costs. There's just something so scary about the sound of that flush. It's as if your very soul could be carried away into the void. Plus, any number of things could go wrong in there, and then what? Let's say you accidentally pee on yourself while hovering over the toilet to avoid touching the seat. When you open the door, there are typically three pairs of eyes standing in line, staring at you, saying, "We know what you did." It's too scary!