The morning of a flight, its sandwich time
The grill is hot, and the staples are out
Sourdough bread, pesto, your meat of choice
Veggies if you fancy
And of course, goat cheese

We sit there, taking turns with the grill
Slicing, loading, closing, grilling
The sound of sizzling cheese fills the air
So simple, yet so delicious
The flight daunting each of us this very morning
Now has something we can look forward to

Holidays always excited us
With their potential of discovery, enjoyment, memories
But it wasn’t just the big sights that enriched our lives
It was also the little things, the simple acts
Teaching us to cherish the destination, and the journey