Closer and closer
She is a parachutist and for her own reasons approaches her family
reunion from above. Falling, she spies a young girl who looks cool,
dressed in fluorescent pink bike shorts, hair tied up with a scrunchie,
which is a sort of mini deflated parachute for the head. It’s a sign,
the parachutist thinks, that I'm landing in the middle of the right reunion.
Also she can see a group near a smoky BBQ, waving. The parachutist
can't yet confirm that she's landing in the midst of the right people but
she likes the look of them, the way they’re starting to part a little so that
she can land safely amongst them. Please, let them be my family,
she thinks, because whoever they are, they're getting closer and closer.